My Father's Black, Convertible, 1969 Ford Mustang By F. Omar Telan On the hood there is a dent in the shape of my Mother's ass. Yes, my Father would say, that is where your Mother sat when we made you. But when I was five and asked where babies came from, he led me to the car, pressed my hands to the hood, Babies come strapped to the hoods of hotrods © F. Omar Telan

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