No Body for the Hottie
I can’t take care of your digestive needs.
Maybe that’s not my purpose for your life.
Cuz anyway I come from the fountain of
mouthing off. It’s a
new lunar year and it’s a
leap year and I dunno.
I messed up and ordered
the Joplin empanada or pupusa, but it was actually
very delicious. I am
a cloud that is reaching out &
grabbing as much as I can.
But you think it’s some
sort of road in the dessert (that cars can easily
veer
off of; or maybe not a car but two motorcyclists....)
“Is there a problem?” I ask him. His response is
“Can you believe it’s not butter?” This tongue
