In which I discover the source of all power
23rd March 2010I developed late for a child but probably too soon for adolescence. It’s like I was 12 and showering when for the first time I realized there was a secret nook at the far end of my torso, like when an infant I discovered my own toes. I gave myself a stinging infection with the bar soap twice that year. I could not be pried. I prodded with toothbrush handles, inspected with compact mirrors, opened wide and closed tight my legs. Life rocked with the unease of discovery, I was fascinated, started foregoing panties, flirting with the slimmer shampoo bottles. The bathroom breathed new, not since the days of the primary-hued stool we stood on to reach the sink to wash, to make fists into liquid hand-soap bubbles.
23rd March 2010 at 8:46 am
So how come it was a nook and not a cranny?
24th March 2010 at 10:01 pm
I think maybe because cranny sounds too much like granny?
25th March 2010 at 7:35 pm
me too!
though my secret lower torso region was neither a nook nor a cranny. more a cavern. sometimes just a gash.
29th March 2010 at 11:58 am
I like the way this slides between innocence and understanding, without ever been shocking.
29th March 2010 at 11:07 pm
Haha, Ellie. Sounds like magic.
Jem, you are sweet to me.