Where ya at
he could hear his daughter
knocking around inside the house from outsideoutside the sliding screendoor on
the porch
I’m here!
Wheres here
The kitchen, you want to help me?
he said Right in as he slid the
door out of his way and snugged it behind him so his cats couldnt get
outparticularly the eldest female october or momma who beat him on a dead run when he opened the screen years ago then
conferred upon him months later three kittens just when he thought she was finally putting on weightputting on her womanly body she birthed between his
legs as he was sleeping
queer thing
to wake to
Whaya
doin in the kitchen
they had dinner plans
out she was visiting
he entered
she was at the sink
Your
faucet got a sweet spot? she played at the lever he disliked levers preferred knobs one Hot
one Cold
Everythings got a sweet spot Here he moved in beside hershe leaned back out of the way he hit it Ya got a sweet spot In the vernacular its called a Gspot
Jesus, Dad.
I don think Jesus had a
Gspot I think only women have a
Gspot An the damn things a moving
target Even ifya got it under your thumb its off again like the Gingerbread man Catch me catch me catch me ifya can my alias is the Gingerbread man Now if only it had
the scent of gingerbreadwhich I love it
wouldnt be able to allude me a win-win situation Lil Red My wha a big nose you have All the better to smell you wit . .
. . You, ah, think we could we pull this ride over to the side of the road. I want to get
off.
Get off
Don't.
Really
Yes, Dad, really. I haven’t seen
you in a bit – Trump virus et alia – I’m slow on the uptake, out of practise, cut me some slack.
Nope
I treat everyone alike give no quarter
Your perpetual Life’s a comedy
club, can’t take a joke don’t come in?
Right on If I leave you one thingtaught you one thing
its that Too bad yacant bounce them from the club without killin em
Jesus, Dad.
Two Jesuses Im on a roll
When aren’t you?
Doin wha comes natural baby
Wanna talk more sweet spot all
things animate inanimate have onepossibly more
I do not.
Would be an innarestin
conversation
An absurd conversation.
Probably why you don pay
attention to todays politics
Ohplease no, no politickles.
Such a sweet grrl ya remembered
Like I could forget. I got your
elephant memory. No one piques it like you do. But you got to cut me some
slack, please.
Cut rate family discount frequent
flyer perk
Whatever, just let this little
deer step out of the headlights and away.
I dislike whatever
I know you do; I’m piquing you, second definition.
Good for you
Yes.
she began laughing to herself obviously something amusing
Wha
she held up an index fingerexplicit Wait
her laugh grew deepershe was really entertained
he took a deep sonorous
breath
he wasnt bored he was impatient
for the punchline that was playing in a loop inside her skulltickling the hell
out of her like there was a slick pliable
feather running between her legs desperate to find her Gspot
finally the finger fell
she took a breath
he exaggerated her performancehanded
her a clean handkerchief from his back pocket to wipe her eyes
off she went again laughing
she did like her
grandmotherhis mother did running peals
of laughter beyond the initial haha when
he thought she couldnt possibly have anything leftlaughed out tapped
should never have handed her the
handkerchief gasoline on a fire
subsiding
now she truly needed to
wipe the tears from her eyes You’re a pip,
Dad.
Thank you an
Ah . . she took a deep breathwiped her eyes some
more tapped down a chuckle so it wouldnt
explode into another heehaw burn more of
his candle let more white sand slip in his
hourglass Ah . . talking to herself So
funny, so funny . .
she exhaled deeply
composed herself
took her sweet time about it
she smiled beatifically at him
Dad she
cleared her throat Oh, it is what it is.
didnt like that eithershe knew
that
Is it
Oh it is.
she started laughing againhad her
Grams feather between her legs
turning to leave the kitchen
Ill
see ya outside when yare done
the howl only grew louder
morningish, Reggae Friday, 14 5.
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