Gooses
by Sophie

The worst thing anyone could ever do to me is call me Gooses. When I was younger a boy named Chuck Taylor called me Loose Goose. My friends picked up a similar pet name thereafter, Gooses Looses.

This was before any sexual connotation, but regardless, the idea of a loose goose made me think of my grandmother's arms wiggling.

If I could do one thing, it would be go back to the day Looses Gooses was born and punch that Taylor in his face.

Then he'd know what a loose goose can really do.

Written 9 months ago
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3 Notes

Samiam 9 months ago

I really enjoy the image of the grandmother's wiggling arms. The sound and rhythm of the whole piece has a good feel to it too. My only question is, would punching Chuck Taylor the day he was born really be as satisfying (or effective) as punching his face at the moment he uttered that fateful name?

Samiam 9 months ago

Whoops. I just realized my mistake. You wrote "the day Looses Gooses was born," not "the day Chuck Taylor was born." And I thought I was a careful reader.

mattliadan 9 months ago

+1 on the grandmother's arms wiggling detail, three words form an evocative image.

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