Monday, December 16, 2013
Okay, this was very experimental for me. Writing in my own voice. How I might talk. But it brought out something that I didn't know was there!
I would never feed
the birds. They're gross.
Remind me of the Alfred Hitchcock movie.
You know, The Birds, where the whole point
of the movie was....birds. Attacking.
Tons of them.
Jenny had a thing with
seagulls. She'd take tons of pictures of them
when we'd be at the beach.
Chasing, them, practically.
She also used to run into them with her car.
All the time. I've never really known anyone
else that happened to.
She cried all the time, too.
Was afraid of bees. Bees made her cry.
Joey, who looked like a tapeworm, made her cry.
I think something else, really, was making her cry.
I never got the bird thing,
just chalked it up to another peculiarity.
It was kind of funny at the time.
She got a huge kick out of the birds
stealing chip bags or any left over food items.
She laughed maybe as much as she cried-
and really, I never understood that, either,
she'd laugh loud. Silly.
My mom would cringe-
bring it up for years afterward:
"Remember, when you and Jenny
laughed about the twins
across the street?"
she'd ask and then sigh.
I don't even know if I'd want
to feed ducks.
They peck and chase and
I think it's the feathers
that gross me out.
Make me think of lice.
I probably would do it for my kids.
I think about Jenny
all the time
and wonder if she's okay.
Her crazy, big smile
and her throwing her head
back and crying and crying
in the schoolyard over Joey.
Her mom's frustration.
My mom's frustration.
I wonder if Jenny still wants kids.