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azurelunatic) wrote2014-06-03 01:30 am
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Say Cheese
Twenty years from now, we may not remember that it was tonight that we talked quietly over cups of tea, watching the light in the ginkgo leaves fade from golden to merely green --
two horrible broken couches
family stories from the depths of time
the colors of the 1970s
culinary adventures, love/hate relationships with vinegar and spice
a three-year-old's limited palate and the betrayed wailing over a stray fragment of jalapeno
the subtle difference between turkey and cranberry, and turkey and grape
-- sipping from cups long grown cold.
When you bite into a cube of Brie and savor the bitter richness across your tongue
I want you to remember my wicked grin:
it tastes of semen.
two horrible broken couches
family stories from the depths of time
the colors of the 1970s
culinary adventures, love/hate relationships with vinegar and spice
a three-year-old's limited palate and the betrayed wailing over a stray fragment of jalapeno
the subtle difference between turkey and cranberry, and turkey and grape
-- sipping from cups long grown cold.
When you bite into a cube of Brie and savor the bitter richness across your tongue
I want you to remember my wicked grin:
it tastes of semen.
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