You’re late.

she chimed in too  a tardy echo You’re late.

An happy Easter to youse  Im not late   I told you Id come after I finished writing

                                                                                        Its after

But it’s late. You missed brunch.

he was incredulous

                      Awright bud  You recallIm sure you do  I eat dinner

An I wasnt coming until AFTER

You missed a delicious brunch anif I may say, I knocked it out of the park.

No doubt Queenie no doubt it was tasty  Youre good in the kitchen

    buddy cleared his throat

                                 So what did you write that preceded after?

Preceded after Look at you

                               Methinks I see a glint of pride sneakin into the back of your eyes

Wasn’t shabby.

It wasnt  Be carefulthough  don wanna ya thinkin thaya can readily be clever

                                                                                   Not your schtick  oeuvre

I figured youd ask

I think I’d like to know more than him.

She asked me earlier.

I left a fourth disassembled lettin it meld congeal  but I made a point to remember wha I wrote

Which is queer for you he turned to her he usually says he doesn’t remember, once off his plate, complete, dives onto the next.

Yah They don write themselves an the next is begginalways so damn intriguing how it will present  form itsel . .

. . Often he says he doesn’t feel he can take credit for what he wrote, that, it was more like taking dictation.

she eyed him

               You write something . . . then you really, I mean really, don’t think you can take credit for it?

Sometimes feels tha way

                             Inspired    In spirit

Spirit? she narrowed her eyes

Guy’s a piece of work, huh babe?

                                      So.

You said three pieces.

Three

       Im going to say but Im not elaborating

Youll have to run with it as you may

                                         Coud I have a beer wet my whistle

buddy went to the fridge

                           I’m sorry. You mentioned I take it out but I forgot.

Itll warm as I sip

she lookedmade a face  What’s that?

Dragons Milk

buddy removed the cap handed it to him

he heldup the bottle Na Zdrowie

they were drinking chilled white wine tapped their glasses to his bottle  Na Zdrowie!

Yareally ought to try this

I think not. cleared her throat as he held it towards her  No I think not.  Alcoholic mother’s milk? No thank you.

    Well Thanks for considering it a slim momentthree pieces  Subjects     No explanations

We’re waiting he said turning towards her  This will be extraordinary. Never before.

Nope  Not ever

set her wine down comically beat a drumroll on the counter with her fingers

Didnt conceive tha  Thank you

You’re welcome.  she continued the roll

They are  sweet spot cock blocked hens haggard

                                                        Roll roil your imaginations with tha

Im headinout to the sun  Is a beautiful Easter

after 3PMishmash,  Sunday,  20  4. 25

1018,  Monday,  21  4. 25