Want to keep reading?

You've reached the end of your complimentary access. Subscribe for as little as $4/month.

Aready a Subscriber ? Sign In

Whenever I smell potato leek soup,
I drift back to the Mardi Gras dinner,
While serving the steaming hot side dish.
Instead of hearing the soft music
Playing in the background of the cafe
I hear the clash of a glass plate falling to the floor
And the loud chatter of hundreds of people.
And whenever I eat pearl couscous,
I'll wander back to the tables
Littered with plastic crawfish and beads.
When it's the day before Fat Tuesday
And it's seventy-degree weather,
I'll think of when we played
Truth or Dare in the playground.
Wherever I am, I'll always remember that night,
The day before Fat Tuesday.

The Day Before Fat Tuesday Alice Baumgartner
Alice Baumgartner, 12
Chicago, Illinois

Limited time offer! Use code BACK2SCHOOL30 at checkout for 30% off an annual print + digital subscription!