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Loss tastes worse on certain days

September 24, 2009

I hold the dates at the tip of my tongue: April 8. December 18. August 13. March 31. And, though it wasn’t a birthday, August 14. Always August 14.

None of these dates taste as bitter they used to. They were hardest to swallow the first year without celebration. Then they became more bland, year by year, like old chewing gum.

But I remember the loss’ grit between my tongue and teeth. I remember how I, too, had to retreat from table, pull myself into a ball until my mouth was ready to eat again.

2 comments

  1. wonderful. the taste of loss. xo


  2. Thanks, Lily. xo back at ya.



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