Sunday, August 18, 2013

Afternoon Grease

Potato chip grease on my fingers, decanted cheap wine on my tongue- On the table, a dollar store book with broken spine, by a forgotten-if-ever-known author . Cat hairs cling to pages in static disarray like tiny Pick-Up Stix. Cat sleeps asshole-close to my chip hand. Rain splatters the Cuban anole on the sill outside... he bobs approvingly. It’s a perfect Saturday afternoon. There was a dollar in the washing machine and a post card of big trees and canyons in the mail. A gaggle of butterflies looped and tilted in the steamy aftermath of negative ions. A double rainbow graced us with its presence, a prima-donna arriving late to the party, steals all the attention. A perfect Saturday afternoon. and the wine burp indicates a nap is in order. Cats join assholes away. Paws caress my face as rain starts again …

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