Sense Memory In A Can

I don’t remember the smell
I do remember the slime

the gagging

slithering

feeling

of it

over my lips

my tongue

revolted by every chew

trying to swallow fast

only to have it rejected

back up

into my mouth

stuffing bread and butter

to cover the taste

until my father

the epitome of

-get-circumsized-at-age-44-because-my-22-year-old-new-wife-tells-me-to-

pussy whipped

actually says something

and my mother

burning in silent anger

takes my plate

and throws the

canned lo mein

into the trash

as I get up from the table

and run

to my room

to my books

and into my childhood hiding place

May 2, 2020

Day 26 of 100

#The100DayProject

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