my tragic right hip

Busting out bad joints all over the place

April 23rd, 2008

February

[One for yesterday and one for today. But this one’s for Sam. She’ll appreciate it.]

The recipe called for confectioner’s sugar
Dusty, super-sweet, and melting on top of your tongue
Light as a natural laugh and a joke that’s easy to remember.

We all secretly yearn to avoid the middle of every month,
Not just this one. Would it mean more or mean less?
Days later, I wrapped my legs around you and squeezed tight.

An arrow of lipstick painted my mouth the same colour as dessert,
And I giggled. We mocked wounded hearts together; then
Missed our main course to be home and watch Law & Order.

Satiated by the addition of extra cream, I was happy,
And added a heavy, over-burdened teaspoon of Mexican vanilla,
Both uncalled for, and the dish all the better for it.

One Response to “February”

  • sam lamb says:

    Oh, I do. I really, really do.

    Everything is better with vanilla and Law & Order.

    (and legs squeezing tight…very nice.)


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