"You don't remember my name, do you?"

 

"You don't remember my name, do you?"

 

On the island of misfit toys there is a slapping and shuffle of sandaled feet marching down the road, of bodies clothed in pinks and whites, humming with drink and radiant heat. 

One more dark and stormy, one more dance, one more song they sing.  They pull and stretch at the evening or at each other, hoping to make a place to hide.  The morning will be bright, but a swim in the ocean absolves all sins.

On the Island of misfit toys: "you don't remember my name, do you?"

"No, I don't."

 

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Comment by Matthew on August 23, 2011 at 8:23pm

Thanks folks! .. I left those last lines ambiguous...  I was thinking that the name could belong to someone back home, the narrator, or another misfit toy on the island.  I wanted to to convey the sense of lawlessness, of people pushing the limits of escape on summer island retreats... any resemblance to persons living or dead is unintended ;)

Comment by Gloria on August 23, 2011 at 11:50am
So short, but nicely done - great images, poetic style. Gloria
Comment by Edward Dean on August 23, 2011 at 11:20am
Excellent piece Matthew. I for one will now remember your name.
Comment by Cita on August 23, 2011 at 10:41am

So glad Bill L directed me this way this morning.  "...but a swim in the ocean absolves all sins." 

 

Great write, Matthew.

Comment by Bill Floyd on August 23, 2011 at 9:44am
It takes some stones to mess with a fable that's near and dear to us misfits, but you pulled it off with style.
Comment by Sandra Davies on August 23, 2011 at 9:00am
I read this as a tale of drunken late teen years - the sort I did not experience but can imagine.  But your words and the mystery and the brevity with which you  use them comes from somewhere special.
Comment by Angela on August 23, 2011 at 8:11am
Bill L. called this to my attention, and I am glad he did.  Sorry for having overlooked it.  Your fourth sentence sealed my love for this six.  Sweet, melodic sound, with odd visual undertones.  Hope to see more like this.  I will not pretend to know exactly who the misfit toy is, or who the pink and white ones are, or where anybody hid, but I imagine there is some embarrassment at a name having been forgotten.
Comment by bolton carley on August 23, 2011 at 8:05am
very  poetic with your repetition of words.  very visual!
Comment by Teresa on August 23, 2011 at 8:04am
Three thumbs up (I'm a misfit).  Excellent.
Comment by Matthew on August 23, 2011 at 7:47am
Thanks guys!

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