Apple Girl
She came in humming. I don't know where she heard that song - her radio has been dead, silenced and dusted for years. Maybe it's the tune of her internal musings, the cogs whirring, purring, pulsating with life.
Where did you come from,
where did you go,
where did you come from
Cotton-Eye Joe?
So sad, almost a country love ballad instead of the upbeat, dance-recital singalong.
"What," she said, noticing my eyes on her. It was a word, not even a question. A smile grazed her lips. She bit into the apple without washing it or rubbing it on her shirt like they do in the country.
"Nothing," I respond. She raises an eyebrow and flicks her wrist. Juice sprays across the room, onto the sink and my hand. The beads of sugar glisten in contrast with my tanned skin. She motioned toward my hand.
"Sorry."
And she left. Yet she partly remains in that song, ever-playing in my brain. Like the singer, I too want to know the truth behind this Cotton-Eye Joe, the eternal enigma that resides within her.
Where did you come from,
where did you go,
where did you come from
Cotton-Eye Joe?
Where did you come from,
where did you go,
where did you come from
Cotton-Eye Joe?
So sad, almost a country love ballad instead of the upbeat, dance-recital singalong.
"What," she said, noticing my eyes on her. It was a word, not even a question. A smile grazed her lips. She bit into the apple without washing it or rubbing it on her shirt like they do in the country.
"Nothing," I respond. She raises an eyebrow and flicks her wrist. Juice sprays across the room, onto the sink and my hand. The beads of sugar glisten in contrast with my tanned skin. She motioned toward my hand.
"Sorry."
And she left. Yet she partly remains in that song, ever-playing in my brain. Like the singer, I too want to know the truth behind this Cotton-Eye Joe, the eternal enigma that resides within her.
Where did you come from,
where did you go,
where did you come from
Cotton-Eye Joe?
2 Comments:
That's the kids' favourite line dance at camp...oh Cotton-Eyed Joe!
It's rather tiring to do, but man, what a workout! :)If anything gets me into shape this summer, it'll be that! :)
Nope, no more. Just one little picture of someone's everyday life.
Mel, I remember this song from dance class. We used to warm up to it and practice to it all the time. It was so annoying yet such a good dance song, the beat was so... infectious? Hoorah for getting in shape to awesome/annoying songs!! Hehe
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