NaPoWriMo April 2: Ode to an Oyster

Image by jsbaw on PixabayOde to an OysterAn uncooked oyster slithers down my throat,not even a tang of salt remains,bits of garlic sting like a memory, elusive, leaving me to remember when I was a young girl, facing down my disgust to taste a raw oyster for the first time,impossible to describe, yet as unforgettableas my mother's smile as she opened another beerand got up to dance, the noise of