they were having their morning coffee

it was a ritual they long-ago established

inveighed it necessary and made it part of their lives

their relationship

coffee and talk

they waded into everything and anything that crossed their minds there were no detours or sacredcows or lines of argument that werent crossed or minced sliced diced Veg-O-Matic-ised hurled formless shapeless at the wall 

to see if it would stick

it was during this interplay that she mentioned a meme that was rearing its ugly head on social media regarding Orlando  Pulse  they were hoaxes perpetrated to further the LGBTQs agenda which she of course accessed through Facebook(his unpalatable Book of faces)

she insisted they . . 

he cut her to the quick demanded Who are They

Theys turned him inside out and unless they could be established nailed squirming to a stone wall he didnt want to hear it hear the gossip the braying

though this time she defended They

because if there ever was an existential-They They existed on Facebook an undulating morphing evolving irresponsible They that moved like smoke in the air like the obscene swirl inside a psychedelic lavalamp They who held untold undifferentiated power(for lack of a better word – hed keep thinking) who held the skeleton keys and lock-picks that shimmied the slivers of the myopic-torqued the perceptions of the lacking-hard-evidence attendees of converts of devotees of their dull smeary horseshit . . You really despise Facebook . . he sneered Despise doesnt cover half of it . . Im queuing off your declaration of Horseshit its become more and more prevalent in your speech . . I got horseapples stuck between my teeth though a saving-grace is that I like to imagine the horses are wellfed good grain and oats good hay good water Organic So I dont retch Akin to being crapped on by a baby filled with mothers milk Aint a diet human beings are long-allowed to be nurtured or able to thrill and enjoy Jaysus Ive just outed my passion for mothers milk havent I . . You have . . I was impressed that you werent troubled by me sipping mothers milk when we first met . . No I was impressed that you sufficiently knew as many lactating women as you did and how abundant their milk stores were that they not only could share it with you but then were also able to donate You didnt suck up all that they had beyond nursing their babies . . I honestly think my wanting to drink their milk stimulated them . . Ohno What stimulated them was your passionate insistence your influence even beyond their husbands how beautiful they were how womanly their bodies were Women though Ive never been pregnant fight at some level the changing of their identity their bodies frankly their bodys destruction never not to have been pregnant again their girls body And you rode in rode roughshod over talking head consensuses of what women have to look like according to the apparatus of Beauty of Fashion of Feminine Health . . Who pitch their bottomlines . . Yes But you rode roughshod and convinced them that they were beautiful and their pregnancies rarified their individual beauty because theyd probably only have one more baby one more opportunity to be as Beautiful again You got inside their heads . . In their heads nah probably because I sold them that if not for their relationships Id loved to get inside their pants too . . OhWow

                                                 Youre a rare bird

Anyhow you got to love an echo chamber a communal ass where they can tuck their heads up inside of it and whisper sweet-nothings to one another without remonstration

All those nodding heads have to be sexually stimulating

Wouldnt you think     

Coffee talk

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pinching his nose between his thumb and forefinger he exhaled letting go and blew sharp bursts

resonate piqued sounds  but not too hard                 

                                  not as if he sought to empty his nose into either of the handkerchiefs he kept in the back pockets of his jeans(handkerchiefs he tantalised and confounded Minneapolis homosexuals unintentionally with who tried to decode their meaning* when they had no meaning other than he really liked big colourful handkerchiefs)

he walked in the open air under a crisp blue sky upstart salt breezes coming in off the ocean like wet-ended towels snapped in gym class

he wrinkled his nose

asked himself absently  Why am I smelling urine bouts of urine like the smell that emanates out of either end

of Bubble Gum alley

he was concerned  

he pursued his curiosity and read medical tracts accounts of certain smells which indeed were associated with disease

however they were usually detailed as persistent smells

not the occasional whiff he caught Here                

then There

the smell of ammonia was associated with kidney disease

the sufferer smelling it

this scent of warm urine the smell of ammonia hed experienced in the past 

though it had nothing to do with ailments

rather it concurred with dinner                                                                                                

as a boy arriving home for lunchtime from school he found his mother preparing that evenings dinner  

occasionally she was literally boiling the piss out of beef kidneys in an open pot or dutch oven on top the stove

no one who was part of an immigrant family would have considered it untoward or awkward that he salivated anticipating their dinner of kidneys in a creamy horseradish sauce over fresh-made egg noodles

but This wasnt That

This smell was an occasional leak that daubed his olfactory like a broken capsule of smelling salts woven inside their sleek clinical wraps

nasal suppositories guaranteed to capture your imagination every bit and inch as much as anal suppositories

so it was neither

Here 

There

This 

nor

That

Jesus

      he felt like a forlorn bug swirling on the fast water at the edge of a drains vortex whipping past again and again the golden ring past those thoughts assembling and hinting that he should know why he smelled urine

it antagonised him

because he knew the answer would be its simplest reason    

and him not knowing suggested he either wasnt simple enough or was too developed and his common sense a wreckage and wasting behind him

Im done he admitted

it was a mystery to him

coming into his parents house in the foyer he took his sloughy Alaskan beanie off and laid it on the seat of the hall stand

if someone entered their home and did not remove their hat they took insult  

it suggested overt indiscretion and that the misanthrope was apparently raised poorly 

in their house they were disinclined to suffer anyones lack of courtesy or civility  it was not tolerated or allowed fallow

Hello Where is everyone he cried as he walked towards the rear of the house where the kitchen was  it was the common room where family had always cloistered and communed in

food and family and conversation        

there wasnt a better place to commingle

there they were surrounded by an ample larder pantry and a refrigerator/freezer a bounty of refreshments and either foodstuff or beverages were diuretics that produced their casual speak of little or no consequence or bombastic visceral arguments

Hello  a distant chorus greeted him from the rear of the house

as his footfall faded the foyer became deathly still

out of the fold in his beanie emerged a shy jetblack beetle a darkling or pinacate beetle or better known stinkbug for its wellknown malodorous secretion

a stink of ammonia

moving awkwardly it tumbled off the fabricked seat of the hall stand and bounced soundlessly on the tiled floor

soundlessly to human hearing

yet not so soundless to opportunistic mammalian hearing

the darkling responded to the approaching skitter of nails huffing pink nose and whiskers by bending deep at its forelegs headstanding raising its abdomen high its scent gland readied to spurt

the mouse as a matter of fact clobbered it on its mandible and sent it spinning toppling into the deep pile of livingroom carpet 

there it jammed its behind into the pile and ate it quickly head first with scarcely any stench emitted

uninitiated
          someone might conclude the mouse had a better meal that evening it was less offensive than when the family enjoyed their occasional beef kidneys and noodles

 

1111,  Friday,  10  6. 16

* Gay Hanky Codes: https://user.xmission.com/~trevin/hanky.html