AGAIN. PLAY TENNIS, YOUNG ANDRE.
again we smuggle this lukewet cheesecloth.
square: four fine windows, fine whip smart views. let. again. again, bright youth! so much marzipan. a girdled sister in lemon juice laughs at this. Oh
lemon juice. true. yes, often upset. carrying one three note song, a lukewarm wedding, the pale cousin. so much marzipan. honey, frozen chickens thawed refreeze. the skinned chicken thighs and breasts, thaws and sweats. oh my, yellow.
an alarmingly expensive spice.
how appropriate to name a spice for her. one yellow-orange egg,
in Greece, fried flip sides in our coarsest white salt. in ink he sees soft bodies and in ink he sees soft bodies. in ink he sees soft bodies, soft bottles of fruit juice, bath temp. underneath ink,
so often paper.
so much marzipan! two funerals, six hours stationed. flat clay boats of injured loggers. four varieties of french hazelnut, audobon nuthazel. bend twist, bend twist. one stork white finger to one stork white toe. two fin- gers, two toes. today’s excitable torsos. slim to no persons here. a loss. lack luster. occa- sional books of confidant matches. protect our bars, men, our jars, pickled gizzards.
we, us, the texture of pickled gizzard. so many girls do their make up on the subway. Lina: I’m a girl who does her make-up on the subway. Note: in the effort to keep our sidewalks near to each other they did have other things to say, re: color, sportif, style.