Tuesday, November 25, 2008

thoughts on love

When was the last time you needed a pay phone?
And I did and thought while standing in the cold that
Our thing for cottage cheese far outweighs anything
We could possibly dream up and call love. The endless containers
Empty and strewn about like so many kinds of things we keep. There is
in the philosophy of Cottage Cheese a code of intolerance.
And in the softness of morning
I ask
What will they find in my mouth? Surely not a Whale!
It isn’t normal
to say I would like to fuck you because you eat one carton of cottage cheese a day.
But it is something that is on my mind.
This homogenized porn. You buy the cartons 3 and 4 at a time! Each gently mocking me
As They sit, stacked
In your refrigerator, crowded by orange Mexican soda and a half case of beer.

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