augury doggerel

Saturday, April 24, 2004


This damp afternoon we play school for three hours. I am taught the English words for weather, practice my multiplication and division, write (and sing a thousand times through a white toy seal) a song about excuses for getting out of school, and fumble the samba and rumba.

At my turn to teach, she owns a restaurant and must write a menu of monkey brains and bat's blood and snake tails and crunchy parrot beaks. Then mama announces her real lunch, a hot bowl of turkey neck soup.


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