i drove the point
home. it squealed
with delight, which
was very distracting.
i’m sure that’s why
i forgot the address.
“my fellow classmates.”
a sea of graduation
gowns. an ocean of
adults, all wearing
lingerie. aquamar
ine, turquoise and
sea foam green.
the zucchini sim
mered in the pan
for about an hour
before the stove
was turned off; it
sat untouched atop
the stove for the rest
of the day. this on the
saturday after the friday
morning during which i
blew it. later, when he
admitted he’d been
“hella curious” what
it might feel like to
have me in his mouth.
we grow old and dys
functional. he just
had to tell his new
therapist that, over
the course of the past
three or four years, he’d
done a lot of things that
were hardly aboveboard.
“how does that make you
feel,” he lovingly lisped
into his partner’s mouth,
the bottom of his tongue
lying ever so gently atop
that of his love’s. “it takes
tongue to tango,” was the
response that arrived a
few endless days later.
surely that was a slip.
the slippery slitherer
swiftly slid (with occa
sional sideways somer
saults) through the sewer
(as if communicating by
way of semaphores?). i
don’t even know her.
she wasn’t supposed to
just show up like that,
but what a fortuitous
arrival. they put on
quite a show they did,
and spontaneously. the
two celebrity superstars
finally agreed on one
thing. the entire per
formance was
pointless.
