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Smoothie

by Christian McPherson
illustrated by Natalie Cunderlik

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I get one of those big industrial blenders
and I start tossing in
pineapple
and yogurt
and honey
and the way I made you laugh that day
and when my son’s team clawed back a win after being down 4-1
and when I got my food for free that day
and when we sat in the rain for the concert and didn’t care it was raining
and when I got the note saying they were going to publish my book
and when my kids were born
and my movie collection
and all the sunsets
and all the sunrises
and all the full moons
and all the poems of Michael Dennis
and rollercoasters
and picnics in the park
and walks in the woods
and your dog playing fetch
and an eye of newt
and the kitchen sink

then oat milk to the top

I throw all of that into my blender
cram the lid on tight
and hit
             liquify

the machine roars to life
and it glugs and sputters
chewing my liquid landscape of life
to smithereens

it Wizard-of-Oz tornado spins
colours and images
swirling people and places
blurring them together

it turns different colours
like a chameleon’s skin
it dances before me like disco lights

when I switch it off
it’s a light purple with rainbow swirls
running through it like a fancy lollipop

I pour it into a highball
and chug it back

it cools my throat like strong peppermint
and I can taste the universe
God is on my tongue

I begin to levitate
until I’m lying on the ceiling

I do upside down yoga
and after I finish
well I’m ready to start my day

you know
breakfast
it’s the most important meal of the day.

Christian McPherson graduated from Carleton in 1995 with a degree in Philosophy. Since then, he has written ten books, including New York Times Best Seller novels (the New York Times Best Seller part is a complete fabrication but merely wishful thinking) Saving Her, The Cube People, the poetry collection Walking on the Beaches of Temporal Candy, and the short story collection Six Ways to Sunday, to name a few. He loves going to the movies.

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