Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Thursday, September 23, 2010

9.22

On 9.23. Oh, well.

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.

3 comments:

  1. WHAT KIND OF SOUP IS IN THE POT?? This is stressing me out.

    Happy birthday to
    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!

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  2. My birthday is the fourth of March.
    Sorry for the mixup.

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  3. I knew that. There was no mix-up except THE SOUP WHAT WAS IN THE SOUP?

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