Sticky

North Carolina in August (and sometimes in June or May, or even April, but just for a day); chubby fingers eating noodles with cheese sprinkled on top; raisins; the flat fruit snacks and even worse, their plastic packaging; the underside of the fork that slipped too far onto a plate of buttermilk pancakes; toothpaste from a brush that was dropped on the floor; balsam needles that keep showing up in the corners, even in March; bagels and cream cheese and honey, but so good it is worth all the stick; juice, any kind, any amount, any time of the day -- no spill is ever unstuck until the hands and knees scrubbing is done; the upper edge of the glue stick that leaps onto hands no matter how far away from it they hold it; feet that have just come out of the pool, even if showered, those little feet stick to their socks; the laundry detergent cup; Trader Joe's stickers which adorn our doorknobs in the basement, and the walls next to the doors (filling in for automatic door-buttons), the bottoms of our slippers, and countless random pieces of paper;

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