Spaghetti Words


Twitching her nose like a rabbit, she sucks on her cigarette. When the words leave her mouth, so does the smoke. The smoke gives shape to the words, and for a second, they spill out like alphabet spaghetti.

“This door you heard—did you pass through it?”

“I believe I did.”

“But you’re still here?”

“Yeah, and?”

“Well surely when you move through a door, you travel someplace else?”

“It’s more to do with a state of mind,” I say, “the doors are like portals to different ways of seeing.”

“Do you see things differently?”

“Well, I’m currently a dozen feet up a tree, so it’s hard not to.”


Frowning at me, she looks away and then back again.

“Why is there a door up a tree?”

“Why wouldn’t there be a door up a tree? It’s as good as place as any for a door to be.”

“I hate you sometimes.”

Spilling more smoky, spaghetti-like words from her mouth, she turns to me with a grin on her lips. It’s a grin I’ve seen a thousand times before, yet one I’ll never tire of being on the receiving end of, such is its giddy charm. If it wasn’t for our elevated state, I would swear it was her come-to-bed grin. With a tingle in my loins, I reach out and touch her face, and the swimming sensation of being in a dream is with me once again.

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6 replies »

  1. Oh my… first thank you for following my humble crow-nature blog. I wasn’t sure what Spaghetti Words would be but am so delighted with your play of words.

    We all need to embrace magical moments and Forest Bath or other mind enhancing practices.

    Keep up the good.

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