His favorite flavor of ice cream was always Neapolitan,
but he used to call it Napolean.
Stripes of flavor, ribbons of color, a vaguely historical name.
And he liked it best in a glass dish, slightly melted
(in the microwave for 14 seconds). He’d hold it up,
examining the muddied pastel puddle from the bottom.
yourwrittin is so cute ! if only i was speakin english like i was bilingual !
ReplyDeleteLove the image of the ice cream melted in the dish.
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