I scrape the inside of the pot and hold it over my head to let the last bits slowly roll down the inside edge and hover on the lip, waiting to fall. My tongue reaches up, slowly, to lick the soup off. I set the pot down to stare at it, my stomach still scraping a hole in itself.
I turn to the next item on the menu: an old, shriveled apple that I found a month ago and have been saving for a special occasion. I crunch into it, savoring the tang and the chew of it. It is the worst thing I have ever tasted. I laugh and take another bite.
Today is my birthday.
WHAT KIND OF SOUP IS IN THE POT?? This is stressing me out.
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Kublai Khan
Ferdinand VI
Mikhail Mikhailovich Ivanov
Cornelis W. Lely
Mary Church Terrell
Baroness Orczy
Marcel Dalio
Rob von Koningsbruggen
Mickey Rooney
And a very happy unbirthday to you!
My birthday is the fourth of March.
ReplyDeleteSorry for the mixup.
I knew that. There was no mix-up except THE SOUP WHAT WAS IN THE SOUP?
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