Potato Monologue

Do you remember the first and only time you saw him?

The dragon snoring in your parent’s bedroom was the cue. It was time for creeping on the potato sacks stored in the front yard. Some folks had green lawn, yard gnomes and Snow White figurines but you had potatoes. Perhaps that’s when you turned into a giant glutton for potatoes. Potato this, potato that, mashed, crispy fried, baked, boiled, downright raw. That night you triggered something else, didn’t you? Of course, the long moon-watching sessions. Alone in the dark within such a deep silence that made you wonder if you haven’t gone deaf. You were quite a peculiar individual for a fourteen-year old unripe villager.
Oh, agriculture. Ten years after, you still have mud under your fingernails.

If only the cat ate your tongue after eating my ears, I’d know what you told him when he asked when. Did you respectfully sugar coat it? Did you lie or embellish? Oh, but you’re so puerile, what do you know anyway? Chaotic hazarder – never acted upon one intention in your entire life. If I were him, I would have said what I came to say. Do you even remember where your bodies are buried? Every ounce you had to dump in the swamp to make room for others? Desecration. How could you empty yourself for pretense?
Eventually, the wisdom teeth bit the world’s sleazy tail. Resurrection was an experience I wish I didn’t witness. Who digs fifteen feet graves? The present became a stepping stone for the future because you knew that’s when it will happen again. One day, soon, you said. If you only knew the irony that was charging behind your back.
Captivity and trials have made you soft and he never came back to visit because you were wanton and he dislikes it that way. He prefers the shameless liars over you. You’re too busy roaming on a self-build path, preaching your own culture and religion – and it’s sickening everyone. Instead of becoming worthy of seeing him again, you chose becoming worthy for walking on Earth, gluttonizing on potatoes. Oh, how quickly you became worthless in his eyes. Integrity is poison for the shaded ones. It’s sickening. Do you understand now? Do you see it, myopic