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sweetness
tastememories
on my lips

bitter moments
become
dark chocolate
strong coffee
red wine

Waiting
Screeching
pecking at each other
circling, waiting
to devour
the meat
they did not pay to fatten
while the carcass is still warm.

Your invisible feathers
They are impressive
From 2000 miles away
Come closer
So I can look
Into their eyes

Eyes
Lips
skin
hands
lips neckshoulderarm
toes
yes
curled
eyes lips teeth
hands
discovery
you

A friend of mine recently told me that she thinks I am a freak cake with vanilla icing and that she thinks this is more fun than being a vanilla cake with freak icing. I think she's right. 

I was teaching my class when suddenly I feel a poking at that extra bit of flesh at the right side of my waist.

"How do you call this in Ingles , Miss?"

"I call this inappropriate touching, m'hijo."

"No, Miss this!" He says, now poking at both sides.

"Love handles." I sighed.

"Luffundles."

Then the muttering spread through the room like the wave at a football game.

"La vandals."

"Lu sandals."

"Luff vandals."

"No no" I said "Looovvve... HHaandles... Repetan,  love handles."

In unison, 16 voices, reply, "Love handles."

"What is this miss?"

Now I am forced to point out my own love handles for the class and say it again, "love handles."

"Como se escribe in espanol, Miss"

Now I am writing it on the board while pointing out the love handles that I try to conceal and imagining that this would be the moment my principal would walk into my classroom to find my students dutifully copying down this new phrase.

"Miss, does this thing you do," the boy stands up and does the hooping motion with his hips, he had attended my after school hoop classes, "down your love handles?"

"Are you asking me if it makes them smaller?"

"Si."

"I hope so."

"Yes, Miss, I think so. Is good. I like." he says looking very serious and searching my face for a response.

Now, when I am unsure of an appropriate response, I can usually fall back on,
"There you go." But I was quite sure I didn't want him to go there but rather unsure where there was, searching my brain for something appropriate, I settled on,

"Oh." with a completely neutral face. That seemed to satisfy his need for a response and lead to an explosion of children jumping around the room pointing to their various body parts, chins, eyelashes, earlobes.....

"How do you call this?"

"What's this?"

Some days, I love my job.

I have recently been enjoying conversations with a very attractive and intelligent man.

Last night he appeared in my dream.

Was it passionate? Did I get to taste his sweet, hot flesh? Did it fill my head with images that I could savor throughout the day?

NO! In my dream, we were knitting! Knitting! Damn. I don't even know how to knit.

Guess this is the universe telling me to take up knitting, cause I'm not getting laid.