Nonfiction

What
The
Heck!

Why are you doing this to me?
I’m riding an emotional rollercoaster  
With you at the controls

At first I pardoned your offense 
Creating excuses 
To ease the pain

"Why doesn't she speak it?" scoffs the nail salon lady. I poke through the dried leaves of my mother tongue. I open my mouth, and close it. The silence swells, a bullfrog, broken by the croak of a fake laugh from my mother.

What we said and did that day was unbelievable.
 

I step out into the blanket of the heat’s embrace. My Jiddo and Baba done filling up fallen tires, and adjusting gears, I amble my way to the bike. It isn’t my bike, in fact, I am not entirely sure whos bike it is, but we packed on our way to Ohio.

I awake from my nap, from my skin being tenderly embraced by the hurricane five feet upward. Their new ceiling fan. No noise roused me from my slumbers, in fact, it is unbearably quiet, but it is midday, and my body is ready to resume its duties.

Achoo
Bah
Clink
Drip
Eh
Fizz
Gluge
Ha
Icky
Jingle
Kaboom
La la la
Meow
Neigh
Ow
Ping
Quack
Roar
Swish
Tinkle
Ugh
Vroom
Wheeze
X
Yahoo
Zing
 

Inspired by Rubber Soul's poem, Phin, write a piece to describe your username or a nickname you have and how it makes you feel when you/someone else uses it. Does it give you a sense of freedom or power? Does it make you feel childish?

The music surfaces from the stairs behind me. Tenor strings accompanied by the looming brassiness of the french horn. It tugs at my ears and scans the glossed etchings of the table. My eyes settle on the weathered blue of the file holder.

1. different (in a way that makes it hard to make friends)
2. a person who strives for a deep understand of complex things (but quick to point out how little I really know)
3. someone who loves the Idea we are all made of star stuff

I was discussing Christianity with my mother. I am not a Christian. She is a libral one.