It’s a warm sunny day here, the kind of weather that makes you thirsty. I went into the office kitchen to get a glass of water. Our refrigerator has an ice cube maker, so I was really looking forward to a cold drink. On the shelf of glasses there was this really big glass. Wow, I thought, that’s just the thing. I picked it up and was filling it with water when it occurred to me that actually it was a vase.
Elsewhere among mistaken identities, this past week I have misread the word “earlier” as “eerier,” “accused” as “accursed,” “federal” as “feral” and “oarsman” as “orgasm.”
This made for more interesting reading.
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Sarah, love these cases of mistaken identity. I, too, have been thirsty enough to drink from a vase.
I'm that thirsty now. And I'd like to meet that oarsman.
You can even make your errors sound poetic. (you also mistakenly identified violets as forget-me-nots, or was it the other way around?)
Yes! They are forget-me-nots. I just pegged them for violets without looking too closely. But when my neighbor wasn't looking, I picked some and brought them home to google.
I think some of the best poetry comes from reading errors.
i write phrases on slips of paper whenever the phrase comes to me. i've been carrying around a slip of paper with "reinvented limes" on it. took a few days to wonder what in the world was i thinking when i wrote that down. reinvented light? reinvented life.
now that i know it was "life" not "lime", it doesn't matter anymore. now, i am hot on the trail of a reinvented lime.
Now you can imagine how a flower taking a drink feels.
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