bat pot

I remarked to leon that I've received strange and wondrous gifts from friends. and he looked at me and said, smiling, "I wonder why."

hmpppppf....

 

backstory of the pot:

I worked with an exquisitely beautiful boy in special ed who was the epitome of profound ADHD. super sensitive, we couldn't touch him, and when he started talking, if you sat and listened, his brain and mouth took him from one topic to another and to another, on and on. perseveration. I loved him. and he loved me. and he liked vampires. so affectionately he would tell me, repeatedly [that perseveration], "I vant to suck your blood".

terms of endearment.

 

the partner of a lady I worked with wanted to give me a christmas present. she knew of the lovely boy, and said the only thing she could think of was making me a bat pot.

I love it. it's broken now after moves, but I still have it, semi super-glued.

she, the potter, is long gone, and the beautiful boy must be in his mid 30's now, probably still wanting to suck someone's blood.

 

tangible evidence of memories.

 

the hand painted ratboy, the card, and the doll are by Sandy Mastroni

 

the pot is by judith, who died alone.

 

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sorry.

Done