Licking the Plate
At dusk in the 'sham (short for Petersham where I live) the skies can get to look like ruby grapefruit juice. They taste so good to your eyes. I never tire of looking at the sky when it's like that here. Sights like that can make you do things that ordinarily you wouldn't do! Like lick your plate! My mother was a woman of refined manners. Licking plates would have got me sent to Siberia but one day in a peak of adult separation from childhood reprimands in my head I licked the plate I'd been... Sign in to see full entry.