eeesh

when the chalk screeches against the board,

and the nails scratch against the fresh paper

a chill in the wind talks to the goose bumps;

as cold water hits the teeth, and sours it so.

the swing sends the grass flying, that’s all,

slip of the tongue, for a suppressed giggle;

when words and action blow up so in front,

and a muck up, anything against the odds.

the short hair, and icky is the mirror look

or the achy tooth, the tongue no-forgets;

that one spasm, which is for every action;

first burn, shock, skid, loss of very traction.

a nose bubble blurts out, not your decision,

or an olive pops out, with the burger talk;

the drink nozzles out, right joke wrong time,

a  grain sticks to that part of  tooth, Murphy.

both look down, a lifted head hits the chin,

chew chew arghhh... that’s the self lip bite;

the first masseur/masseuse, the comfort iks

and the first squiggle of tiny baby fingers.

first of the ice palm on the cheek, an eeesh,

‘I used to, what happened now?’ an eesh;

‘why me, of all the people?’ another eesh;

nothing to all, believe it, passes as an eesh.