From An Unpublished Collection of 117 Poems Based on 117 Phobias: Number 32, Deipnophobia- Fear of Dinner Conversations. =========================================
I'm eating soup. He's talking about the "Goddess" in the history of religion and I know what's going on already. Don't you? She nods, seldom speaking as he moves on, discussing his preference in beads: "I hate it when they're all fuckin' tumbled. I like it when my stones are raw." Now I know he's trying to talk about sex, in that encoded, "how to get chicks" course-speak you get from Rolling Stone- "I like roller coasters, too," they tell you to say; "I like any ride that's fast and hard." Oh. They do it all the time, and its a lot more subtle when you aren't expecting it. I wonder if she knows, or if she is going along with it because she knows that's just how this shit works. I go back to my soup and my eyes water from the spices, alone I swear to you. -e. _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
