Eggplant Application
Eggplant, as it relates to
fraud, is a gruesome topic.
Kids on this island go to
SugarDaddy.com for their
lethal dose. Applied
appropriately and it
can stop a cold sore
within 12-18 hours
(this per the label).
And you’ll still
have plenty left for
your vegetarian
lasagna (don’t
even think about miss-
ing Sunday’s pot-
luck!)! Explaining by
exclaiming is so twenty
years ago. My nephews
and nieces keep me in
the loop. Or is it an
echo chamber? I
should know as I am
a geek from way back.
When I strain to explain
how far back, I get the
yawns. Not me, mind
you. I love being a
geek. I mean my
audience. The only
thing that all of these
young pups seem to
appreciate is when I
put up the fourth wall.
Like, permanently. And
(the nieces and nephews
always like to remind)
with cinder blocks.
Only they wouldn’t
know a cinderblock
if it hit one on the head
(and the rest fell like
dominoes). I love
kids. They make me
feel so young. I prefer
them fully grown, if
half my age. If I had
one tonight, I would
take him out dancing.
I am such a block-
head that I even
have someone in
mind for such a task.
But what if he act-
ually arrived? We
would enjoy a match-
makers delight as we
ditched the night-
clubs to swing to
the music of the
night on the empty
2am streets of
our city of promise
and unity, roiling the
night’s thick fog,
which would other-
wise overwhelm with
its sickly sweet smell
of not-so-distant deadly
blazes, into ephemeral
wisps; dizzy curlicues of
delight as we dance
our way giddily over
every empty street
until dawn. After
which we’d retire to
our little beating heart,
our home, nestled snug-
ly inside of our vertiginous,
kinetic city. The one
that we just made,
built by the two
of us, together.
Eggplant, as it relates to
fraud, is a gruesome topic.
Kids on this island go to
SugarDaddy.com for their
lethal dose. Applied
appropriately and it
can stop a cold sore
within 12-18 hours
(this per the label).
And you’ll still
have plenty left for
your vegetarian
lasagna (don’t
even think about miss-
ing Sunday’s pot-
luck!)! Explaining by
exclaiming is so twenty
years ago. My nephews
and nieces keep me in
the loop. Or is it an
echo chamber? I
should know as I am
a geek from way back.
When I strain to explain
how far back, I get the
yawns. Not me, mind
you. I love being a
geek. I mean my
audience. The only
thing that all of these
young pups seem to
appreciate is when I
put up the fourth wall.
Like, permanently. And
(the nieces and nephews
always like to remind)
with cinder blocks.
Only they wouldn’t
know a cinderblock
if it hit one on the head
(and the rest fell like
dominoes). I love
kids. They make me
feel so young. I prefer
them fully grown, if
half my age. If I had
one tonight, I would
take him out dancing.
I am such a block-
head that I even
have someone in
mind for such a task.
But what if he act-
ually arrived? We
would enjoy a match-
makers delight as we
ditched the night-
clubs to swing to
the music of the
night on the empty
2am streets of
our city of promise
and unity, roiling the
night’s thick fog,
which would other-
wise overwhelm with
its sickly sweet smell
of not-so-distant deadly
blazes, into ephemeral
wisps; dizzy curlicues of
delight as we dance
our way giddily over
every empty street
until dawn. After
which we’d retire to
our little beating heart,
our home, nestled snug-
ly inside of our vertiginous,
kinetic city. The one
that we just made,
built by the two
of us, together.
