he fit her into a cigar box
the Lambrusco was too large
he left her on the limegreen dish
towel that he used inside a cereal bowl to resemble a birds nest
he wanted to recreate realise a
kind of animal fowl comfort for her
people had comfort clothing
food gym workout outfits athletes had lucky garments accoutrements there were places
of refuge to disappear into
why would a bird be different
were earthlings all
he had a comfort place the recesses of his mind
a comfort book Finnegans Wake
a comfort whisky in front of a beeswax candle in a darkened room or fireplace
firepit
despite understanding those
comforts he had a hard time wrapping his head around the concept of comfort food
--- Your licorice is
--- No
Licorice tastes good I do not console myself with licorice
I
like how it tastes its texture
she came from an uncomfortable
childhood far more stressful than his
she had comfort foods
he was floored when she admitted
as much
--- Im not judging I cant judge
I cant because I have no concept of comfort food I eat to fuel my
machine Me
she recognised he did if they ever had ice cream cookies baked
goods chips chocolate or candy(except for licorice) she put it in their market
basket or their ingredients and baked them at home
he laughed suddenly
--- Oh I
suppose I do
My
lemon meringue pie
Yathink itd pass as a comfort food
--- Babe
You have lemon meringue pie as your birthday cake
Once a year
--- See There you go I do!
--- Once a year On your birthday You seek comfort
--- Can you think of a better day
--- Shaddup
Comere and kiss me
he liked kissing her
Why would a bird be different?
he didnt speak bird
no human being(earthling) did
though human beings big brains
might tell them otherwise
--- Clearly its a bird
--- It is
Can you flyNo
Clearly its a human being
Yes People of colour have intellectYes
Clearly its a racist human being
who thinks otherwise
it took him a day to put her into
the cigar box
he couldnt quit looking at her
death or grasp they failedhe failed
the rational aspect of his irrational
self: does not compute was stymied
anguished
she was all-in
he was all-in
they were ambushed
by
something neither one of them could see
or fathom
it took him the day to apologise
to her the day to grieve grapple and put down his horrible gnawing angst
the day to forgive himself
he wasnt a forgiving soul(not
religious) and the last person he would give slack was himself
he was relentless
he had to talk himself down off
the ledge
she tried to console him
he told her to shaddup and kiss
him
he lost himself in her body
between her legs her on top of him her passion sweating down on him and spittle
hammering her from behind his sweat splashed onto the palette of her hips the small of
her back
he lost himself in her
anaesthetised himself with her
and her love and lust and sex
he came out of her exhausted
laying on the bed beside her
his hand flat on the flat of her
belly
off the ledge
from her cigar box glancing up over her shoulder Pat forgave him
Dont beat yourself up
Have her again for me
Because
I cant
I
never will
Have
her
Because you
can
he rose onto his elbow
he growled at her
she rolled her bright hazel eyes
laughed
--- Youre insatiable
he split her legs buried his face
in her pussy
ahhis
place of comfort
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