Shooting Birds At the Moon

Was I maudlin over our breakup? For a minute. If I think of you now, it’s like a slideshow of unflattering images. At the time, my breakup buddies reminded me you were a bad choice - like a brand of deodorant that gave me a rash or fashionable shoes that chafed, even after they were stretched. “Ruca,” my girlfriends would say, “you’re shootin-terrible, they’re a million pork-swords in the sea.” Finally, I pulled the trigger - double-tapped us. At first, reminders of you, those siren whispers of nostalgia, were everywhere - like the moon - which, I just had to live with. You passed from memory though, that’s how memory works. Events fade, like last week’s chemistry test, or yesterday’s lunch. Now, if someone asks me, “Hey, remember, what’s his name, your big love from high school?” I say “Nope.” I chose to laugh, dance - and shoot birds at the moon. . . Slang: breakup buddies = friends who help you get over a breakup ruca = girlfriend shootin terrible = on a losing streak, not doing well, making bad choices pork-swords = come on, think about it - it’s funny.