Encounter

I can get it back.

The Encounter (1959) by Remedios Varo

Oh, I can get it back. Don’t think for a second that I can’t. You’re my mother and I’m your father, hot wind through your tree, hot wind that smells like tar and pickles, trash and sea gulls, sand and dead fish and frozen lemonade. I’ll meet you on the beach and your ears will turn pink as I tell you what I want next…