it's all going to be okay

Sudden downpours lead to Tea Lounge's

chills chased away by spicy Turkish coffee and warm chocolate croissants

soaking wet panties and turquoise polo's welcomed on antique couches long lost of any monetary value but full of the memories of lonely rain walkers and Sunday readers

cooking him pancakes the morning after while I feel his warm boy-stuff, now dried, inside my thighs

and on my butt

yummy and salty on my tongue

he's asleep now but I don't know his name

maybe if I'm good he'll call me

not like those other jerks

That calm is found while lost in the midst of Prospect Park's rolling green hills and shadowy forest fringes

watching stormy clouds run across the sky

plastic bags become birds in flight

wind threatens to carry wildflower bouquets in autumnal hues off above church steeples

along with odd foreign tomatoes and sharp cheddar cheese

purchased at Grand Army Plaza's farmers market

Where did the gigantic tub of Skippy's go

I was going to smear it between my thighs and go to the dog park

I like dogs better than boys

Green Brooklyn t-shirt and gray Nike headband wearing man obsesses for 5 minutes as to the placement of his cane before strolling to the cashier for the Vitamin Water

I'd do him

I wonder if he likes redheads with flat chests and chubby hips

'Runs with Cane' 

In the end, I miss my silver-colored vibrator

(August 21st, 2004)