seventeen

May I just say, that it's a pleasant surprise to be
reminded that it was in fact my birthday day on the 17th.  Really.
I'm always surprised, as if the number 17 only exists
in February; like it's only really 17 when the number
2 is before it or the word February is after it.  For
example, I don't think I ever think that 17 loaves of
sour dough bread, or 17 plantains are of any
significance to me even though, as my friend always reminds
me, 17 is my birthday, no matter what the occasion.

and I think that's great.