On my Birthday Eve
i don’t think about
that it is my Birthday
Eve when i wake up,
just simply that it is
another day, a day that
will be filled with
grocery shopping.
Nothing less glamorous.
While shopping, my friend
asks for advice for what she
should get for our friend for
her upcoming birthday, and
my heart hurts a little bit,
selfishly wondering if there
will be anything waiting
for me the next day.
It feels quite petty of me.
At the Walmart, i see some
bottles of sparkling cider for
only a buck 50, and on impulse
put one into the cart.
“Should I get one for both of us?”
My friend and I start giggling
as i snag a second bottle.
Before check out, she drags us
over to the bakery section and
we each pick out a small cake.
She grabs a set of rainbow candles.
A 12-pack, but they will do.
We slide back into the car, take
my groceries home, then set out
on one final journey for an early
dinner. She chooses a drive- through,
i opt for the taco truck.
A lengua burrito has never tasted so good.
We watch tv, i go to work, i come
back and watch some more.
Before the final episode plays,
candles are stuck into
cake and lit in an inefficient
haze of giggles and wax burns.
i blow out all 12 in a single go.
Windows are opened amidst
hurried cursing and fans are
clicked on. We shiver from the
cold seeping in. i eat my cake and
drink from my Martinelli’s.
i am sated and content, and
i am ever so happy on my
Birthday Eve.
