"Uncle Buck is using words to take me out of God. He wants to see me as something he can have. But his words are meaningless. God is in everything and cannot be traded or bargained for. God is in his penis. I grab it. This is real. It is hard and unyielding. Uncle Buck laughs and then he moans. I notice a small bundle underneath that looks softer. I grab it. I pinch it as hard as I can. I twist it and pull on it. Uncle Buck for one moment realizes he is not separate from me, and he screams. I run into my room and the sound of adults is like the sound of whitewater around a bend in the river, one constant sound comprised of a thousand crashes. Angry adults splash through my door one at a time. I wait. I return to the tree. I speak myself and now my self is gone."
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