Ditch work, come home early,and bring cheese wrapped in paper from the Italian deli. Follow me to the kitchen. ![]() I'll start bread with dill and let it rise on the stoop. Follow me to bed. Throw your clothes where you will. ![]() Be my dangerously sentimental lover, lover-girl; my cache of lost art. I know it's a hoax. The smells of cheese and wine and peppercorn salami don't mean a thing. ![]() I'm unerringly realistic in my requests: mid-afternoon sex, sleep through dinner, espresso at nine. ![]() One life is not enough to ripen and grow distant and kind. Wild mallow outside the door, its ![]() fine-haired stems; savage lamps, watch them swell. |
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