Venti

This is a memory of circling the DQ with my boyfriend, of doing yoga, and frustation at Starbucks.

 

 

When I asked for ‘large’ she replied

in Italian and

I shook my head remembering

that summer when the man answered in

Spanish after we’d circled

the drive-thru eight times;

laughing, swearing, watching

clouds roll in formation. Returning

home I reclined on the

floor like a child

slowly rolling up with

arms raised

only to kneel back down thinking

how I giggled the whole

time the cotton candy pop

rocks burst in my mouth as I

drank my large Blizzard.