slushie tender_square she drew a long sip of her coke slushie, wistfully. “these always make me feel like a kid again.” it was the first day of spring and she wanted to mark the change of season in a tangible way. “ow!” she cried. she forced her tongue to the roof of her mouth and held it there the way her chemistry teacher told her to in high school, hit the bottom of her closed fist repeatedly against her forehead. it didn’t work. she slapped her chest repeatedly to dispel the pressure she experienced when she ate too quickly at times. he watched her perform this series of superstitious movements from the driver’s seat. “i didn’t just get brain freeze, it was chest freeze too.” her body recalibrated back to normal. “that’ll make you feel alive!” she laughed. “it’s funny,” she lifted the scoop straw to her mouth to suckle at the sugar water. “it’s the closest thing to getting high as a sober person.” 220322 what's it to you? who go blather from