Birthday Party

Back then we were still learning to model awed sights while facing panic and surprises. Our parents hardened their smile while little zeppelins that raised would explode in the stillness imitating the disarray happening on land.

The feast table under the living room's skylight cornered the girl who smiled at the wall.

The tablecloth recalled the times beer foam shaped circles, a Morse code conveniently lost.

The flies leaned on the cake to clean the pus picked from the dog's fungus.

The concrete mixer's noise harmonized a mute colloquy between noses stained with jelly.

Nothing mattered after shutting the door children had run out without knowing where while the Palo Santo stroked a dusty portrait shaking the image of usual strangers.