babys got caboose mightyround and high

she was the next lane over so she wouldnt know he was hustling through the parking lot to get ahead of her to make a considerationdiscernment of that which was leading the parade

DO NOT BE a majorette dolled glammed maxxed  doneup the fuck to hell and back

he was halfway cross the lanes that ran before the grocers when she brokeout

                                                                                     maxxed

awnomatter  the chase is always the thrill

nearly silent he breathed her a Thank you

 

wet catfud blackeyed peas green split peas other dried legumes were reasons for stopping jalapenos yams mushrooms celery carrots garlic frozen chopped okra edamame

                                                                      he had gone off the reservation

these soups werent his mothers recipes

                                          but then the things she made hed not be able to reincarnation even with her recipes

she took her culinary esthetics use of of course she would  all women are witches  cooking with spices and herbs with her when she left

we all take things with us but nothings more heartbreaking heartrendering when death not only takes our people but their unrepeatable inapproachable talents  contributions

 

stepping out through the automatic doorsout the corner of his eye he glanced that which was leading the pack was appealing

then gone

nothing to assess

    like smelling in a breeze a thousand miles at sea the scent of unturned earth and jungle

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1404,  Tuesday,  24  3. 26