100 words on the 45th Birthday

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

author : Nicolas Pichay


On my 45th birthday, this body declared war on me. At the gym urinals, my piss’s arc couldn’t compete with the drinking fountain’s reach. Entering the sauna, man-lads with vigorous bodies sit insouciantly with legs splayed out, towels barely hiding demure balls. Is it my paranoia that my attempts at engaging in eye contact are repaid with an indirect rebuff? I wear my towel like a toga but a philosopher’s demeanor is no match for youth. The bones cracking like old marble, hemlock creeping by the side. I think to myself, “Plato, is that you?”


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Nicolas Pichay is a multii-awarded poet and playwright, whose works have been anthologized in books and performed in Manila, Greece, Spain and Holland. His last play “Le Cercle” was invited to perform at the Avignon Theatre Festival-Off in 2003.

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