Friday, April 23, 2010

When will the object simply be the object?




Today it was making a hummus wrap for lunch.

The Havarti cheese from Whole Foods

warped into the same cheese

from the West Side Market,

which zoomed into traveling sandwiches

of room temperature Havarti on potato rosemary rolls,

which slid into driving to Tybee Island,

the white cottage with the pool,

reading to each other in the water.

Which then sunk into night, kissing and kissing

in the water, the way her lips felt bigger,

wider, wet as the whole world.

Then, the teal painted porch,

the French doors.

the white bed.

Our skin darkening

at the same rate,

from cheese color cream

to earthen brown.


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