If your piece of lover
put on my piece of
lover long enough to
move from the flirty
stage to the I’m-so-
effin'-entertaining
stage (each, of
course “dancing”
onstage at this year’s
hottest circuit party –
remember those? –
which takes place
when these days,
by the way?) (and yes
I'm just a bit curious!) –
long enough to grab
a piece of our next
lover (who’s one
and the same, but
of course!) and
all three (that is
the grand sum of
all we’re talking
about here, am
I not somewhat
on target?) would,
you know, seeing
that bore of a ham-
bone in action,
would create with-
in themselves (the
sum of the three
of them) at least
a slight enough
confusion that’d
perhaps dangle
in time just long
enough for the
first pair (re-
member when
we were a quar-
tet?) to get tang-
led up a bit in
someone’s stage
costume (some-
thing not a boa,
please, but boa-
esque, at least),
lose his and his
balances so that
him and him’d
have to reach out
in simultaneity, in
which case they
accidentally nab
a hand-sized chunk
(intact, but very
clearly performed
as a duet) of Sherry.
Ah, remember why
we call him that?
It’s because he
does so love
to be shared,
of course; but
also because he
never fails to
overtipple on
the actual
drink; no less
than, what,
once a month
wouldn’t you
say...at least?
(I would never
go so far as to
call it that, I
surely needn’t
add. As we both
recognize with
strict clarity
that it’s just a
wee drinkie, if
at all. Unless
it passes through
those permanently
pursed lips; what
a dreadful show!).
Anyhow, directly after
this...chunk...of
Sherry has broken
free into So&So
and So&So’s
palms, one of
the S’s—or bet-
ter yet all three—
will proceed to ev-
er so accident-
ally imbibe a
very large por-
tion of the rib-
bon or non-boa.
I say they each
ingest something
akin to the size of,
say, Lucifer writhing
through an apple
tree. Oh, shh!!
Quiet for just a
moment. Listen.
You can hear all
three of them
pacing the hall-
way just outside
the door, as if
each has some-
thing very imp-
ortant to say.
And soon. Oh,
but do keep
the firmest
of grips on
this plan-to-
end-all-plans
(or vice versa).
It’ll be the
biggest spec-
tacle in town
for months.
At least until
tomato season,
wouldn’t you say?
Oh, I do make
myself giggle
quite uncon-
trollably. Now
don’t look at
me askew like
you don’t know
very well that
I mean, at the
very least, never
quite so…purpose-
fully. The fun-
ny part about
vengeance,
a planet I
used to never
find myself stand-
ing upon, much less
understand. I mean
even conceptually.
Those were the days,
I’ll warrant you. But
what? Oh. The funny
part about vengeance
is always who gets to
barf on whom. And
I’m here to tell you,
it is really quite addict-
ive, don’t you think?
