"Quanta...like spit in the dust of a baseball field" - Cody

May 04, 2004

Language of Origin #3

They called it a phase. Every day
I would come home with a different
bump like a large egg sprouting
from my forehead. One day
it was a barbell dropped to see if it was fun.
The next, it was a five mile per hour
encounter with a pole
in the pre-school parking lot. And one
time they suspected the neighbor kids of
being less than neighborly.
Posted by cbsisco at May 4, 2004 03:23 AM