she sliced a tomato
a nervous twitch,
she laughed with a tear drooping. pain as essence, a big lagoon
many have died a
last affair.
she made a salad:
feta cheese, green onions, cucumbers, bacon bits, croutons, of course,
chopped lettuce.
social virtuosos,
adept
at inner voice
boxes, rain pours, souls
plummet
associations.
she poured blue
cheese, my favorite, a childhood nightmare. she
stopped laughing,
peeled a lemon, placed
slices in a glass
of Avian, of course, filled with our goals.
heard a cadenza,
listened with naiveté
so many walls, so
many stages, virtual anxiety. she tenderized a mistake. she died in each
inhalation. she broke her honesty. a feral essence, a longing
passion
reeled into an existential
anguish.
