she smiledlicked her lips

he approved

                 shewolf

Whaya grinninbout  Very becoming

                                                Your dimples are breathtaking

    Thank you.

No  My thanks

                            Whaya thinkin

   You’re a poet.

Poet 

          I think not

Quit.

      You’re being modest.

Ifya knew me better ya woudnt say tha

Then take a compliment, can’t ya?

Compliment

Yeah.

 

Your words.

                 Lyrics.

    Lyrics

You disagree?

Ive no ide . .

. . You paint.

                 From what little I’ve read you exhibitcould care less about exposition, you don’t place characters in settings, they move the narrative, rarely making speeches, talk pointedly.

    They accuse.

Theyre not nice people

They’re people.

                   Nice is a luxury.

You don’t afford nice.

                            Do you?

You don’t.

 

    Im sparse

Lyrical.

Poetic.

    Christ.  Take a compliment.

 

Maybe  From a shewolf                                     

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he was on a roll

broheim was a birder

    he liked birds though didnt like them like he liked words

                                                                  What are those little tiny graybrown birds that usually move as group  twentythirty flitting through the trees  not much bigger than live oak leaves slightly bigger than acorns or parasitic wasp galls

Through bushes

 

Bushtits.

Thas it

          Why I cant remember  Beyond me  

Two of my most favourite things

On a roll?

Yakiddin me

                 Rollin  Rollin in it

Days like these

                 Bright red cherries atop Indigenous People Day

Fat white people can proclaim whaever they want

                                                       Fact  Truth    Wins out

MyGawd  I love bushtits

    You say that every time I remind you.

Thank you for reminding me

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not that hed wish any manholdon hold on a dadgum minute     rephrase  not his ilk   though there were more than a few lollygagginround breathin  he had to share air with  that he would not be  opposed  like felon missing a step spectacularlydescending Air Force One  accidentally  suffer vindictive karma

how that would accidentally happen was beyond himbut their actions were beyond him

    inhumane

he happened to like it for its lyricism the music in ones voice when they uttered it

 

scalded balls

   pretty

despite his masculine familiarity

                                    balls ran deeper for him

it was like questioning the Hungarian woman who discovered via Family Tree DNA that she was Polish wanted to walk in strut through the front doorbe WELCOMED while refusing to say she was Slav also wouldnt eat offal  what type of polack would she make he voted against her entry

                                                                                                    balls ran deeper because he spent a couple of years working cattle in Montana  among his chores were castrating calves  and as dumbluck would have it  balls were edible

Rocky Mountain oysters

                           he cleanedem butterfliedem seasonflouredem sauteedem

the while

             scalded balls arent the same

 

    he was not opposed

                              Go forth karma  Splendidlydepose the cruel        

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Columbus Day  Na na nah nah

                                             Columbus  thinks only of Italian meats   salami

although prefers Boar’s Head Deli Meats

therefore Columbus Day

awfully easy to imagine

                             easy to devote himself to Indigenous Peoples Day

which is true and historic

grievously its follows the genocide of Neanderthals by Homo sapiens sapiens follows the genocide of North America South Americas First People and other IndigenousAboriginals across the world

                                                                                              because

Dey aint white is dey

every birthday wish for the majority of his adult life

                                                       that the social political constructs of racism would dryup crumble  and blowaway

Indigenous Peoples Day,  2025

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they were high before he got there

probably why the invitation 

he brought Jack Taylors Jameson Guinness hadnt lift a glass to Bruens memory yet

she asked

threw him

broheim was all over it

Could I make paninis for us?

Panini

I’d love it if you would. I have Italian meats, cheese, veggies in the frig.

Not for me thanks

they paused looked at him

                              she said It’s no trouble, quick, easy.

Sounds like an old girlfriend who moved on

                                               No thank you  Quick an easy yourselves

Im not hungry

You don’t have to be hungry to eat.

Broheim Please he knew better

                                 Maybe you don  I do

When did you last eat?  she asked

Yesterday

Yesterday?

Ill eat later this evening

                          Made a sensational potato salad this morning  dry  soft tofu mustards onions celery jalapenos hardboiled eggs sea salt freshcrushed black pepper

Have leftover sage turkey sausage

    You should eat.

fixed her a disinterested look

                             No  Thank you  irritated him

If I wanted a sandwich Id make it myself

                                              Panini

Reminds me of charcuterie

Cant call it meat an cheese veggies crackers bread

                                                       Chrissake  Call a spade a spade

    Touch a nerve? broheim asked

I have two hands I can feed myself

    I was tryin to be kind.  she said

tipped his head to broheim

                        Please then  be kind to him  aggravated the hermit in him

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Cacophony

                       A harsh discordant mixture of sounds

 

I know what it is. she said

                                 There’s something else, isn’t there?

There is

                    Im relishing it before I say

 

You understand . . . your silence . . is perturbing?

 

    No

Ive always found silence comforting

Its good to stretch out let things come to you   Enter you

 

What is it you’re going to say?

Getting uncomfortabl . .

. . I said perturbed.

 

    Its occurred to me  sometimes   when I write  Im achieving cacographyneither bad handwriting poor spelling I purposefully misspell  but rather I achieve an inked or typed cacophony

                                                                                          Make sense

To me. I’ve read most things you’ve written.

                                                     You are unsettling.

But I think if one’s thinking is elastic.  Oddly.

                                                  Your randomness . . . disorder . . makes sense.

It’s distillation is intriguing.

 

 

    shrugged  Do you agree?

 

Ja  I was enjoying the silence 

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maybe they thought it was innocent

                                         they were the only participants shared glancessudden doubletakes

speaking for himself

                     he had to take a breath tug at his collar

temp rose demonstrably

                          hadnt expected cleavage  her brown beautiful skin

    doubletaken he had to turn his attention to his groceriesnot wanting to impede what he deemed ought to be an expeditious process

                             although

the old man ahead of him either didnt think that way or possibly thought  tossed sand into the gears

she an aisle over highschool late teen set to the task of offloading groceries from behind her mother shopping cart to conveyer belt exhibited definite semblances groupings logical items to be fitted into separate bags  not too heavy  not overstuffed

                                                    he caught that

skillset

a unique challenge each time to be met  defeated

    paid

          hustled past slowpoke who haphazardly was returning groceries to the cart he had  mellpell  went around him went left  entered the aisle where the girl hustled past her mothers fanny to begin bagging

    a moment

he could have leaned against the conveyer counter to purchase her spaceturn his crotch to her or the seat of his pants  her option similar  she could offer him cleavage or the back of her colorful floral dress

    shared brief desperate grins

sashayed brushedagainst  crotch  cleavage

                                                   Pardon me    Pardon me.

speaking for himself

                       he broke sweat

they bagged back to back occasioned false bends bumped fannies

he finished first

                 turned right up into the aisle left was the efficient the way he ought to have gone

simultaneously she turned left into the aisle to retrieve more groceries

he looked into her face

looked down into her cleavage

                                     Thas a beautiful dress

I’m happy you like them.

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