it's raining he sits by the window. my hostess skills are rusty so i take extra time selecting the perfect strands of wakame, stirring them into the broth just so. i hold the lacquered bowl he bought for me reverently i hold our love reverently i drop in cubes of tofu, as if they were brush work. he'd like to help but i've told him no so he sits with his black manx, scratches him behind the ears, so quiet ...
aphrodite flows by, joining with the mess of the sidewalk. and though she is stunning like unborn music, her contempt/need/ sneers of passion remind me of the eventual trashing of porcelain and i crave the honest laughter of a baby with trisomy 21 an iq of 40.
i sit on the bed, peep over his huge trapezius and deltoideus muskels peep into he's looking at two teddy bears on my dresser -one surprised, three claws on each paw raised up who are you, sir the little one pensive, snuggled near green forests stamped on its belly- doesn't know i'm here on the bed sipping his every move he touches my three little granite mushrooms great-gramma got them in korea ...
coffee married itself to mocha slipped itself inside my skin carressed my back gave birth to lloyds of london and more families in columbia kenya tanzania this planet than i could ever hope to count could ever hope to dream of the day when it first was brewed like lightning from the sky who first smelled it burnt and who? offered it first to you ...
La de da Says la Zebra As she Fastens her Bra getting Ready for Her (Blind) date hoping that Her stripes Don't show [subtext: her date Is blind; could care less what she looks like, but she is tizzified, perched between two colors.]
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