My face is pressed to prickly grass,
the sun is an orange glow through my
closed eyes. Around me a soft rippling of conversations,
children shouting a long way off. Relaxed.
Out of nowhere a vivid memory. I'm kissing a girl
clumsily. Later we're in the kitchen drinking
coffee and she says Were you trying to french kiss
me? The awful, unbearable embarrassment
seeps out of the memory like lava.
I burn. As memory "me" mumbles No I involuntarily
shout No! You idiot!.
My eyes are open, the gentle surrounding conversations have
stopped and everyone is looking at me.
An embarrassing memory.