so closely resembling the human shape
the aztecs bestowed upon the avocado
their name for the human testicle
also noting the difficulty
of mouthing them
hardened seed inside
two at a time
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animal style
all it takes to unravel me
is an in-n-out burger receipt
moreno valley
found in the bottom
of last season’s purse
from the day you revealed to me
the wonders of the secret menu
fuck you for all the good times
i must leave behind me
our bellies full
of lemon pepper chicken
mashed potatoes
and string beans
eaten by candle light
gregorian chants
and the laughter of children
we sit back upon a pedestal of pillows
headboard leaning
a silver tray
in the middle of the bed
bearing bourbon
with one glass meant for sharing
we decide on an oliver stone film
smoke filling the room
we sacrifice ourselves to
the gods of a good friday night
his hand wanders to her thigh
she slides herself into the dress shirt
he is still wearing
until her breasts cover his chest
saying
tonight baby
stay inside
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caligula
all i ask of this day
is to look at delicious foods
and eat beautiful people
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revolution in mango
i knew full well
the ramifications of the act
such weight carried in the simplest
of market baskets
it was so deliberate
i sought out the intended fruit
long before it was ready to be eaten
my psyche enjoyed knowing it was there
waiting
for the perfect moment
to allow the taste to grace our tongues
as the days passed
i sharpened my knife
chose a lovely china pattern
upon which to lay it all open
thursday morning
found the perfect softness
red absolution
fading to a knowing green
inside
wetness
sunrise colored flesh
there is no graceful way
to eat a mango
it must be enjoyed sloppily
impossible to not get messy
sticky sweet
leaving mouths and hands
in need of a wash
just like the person you are finally willing to share it with
this day my palate
unable to commit before
ate a mango
with someone i love
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demons
you come to me
at the strangest times
not in my dreams or
listening to the blues on the parkway
but when i’m selecting a mango
i’ll never eat
or filling a sock drawer
there you’ll be
sitting across from me
in the provisional tealight
hair tousled
eating a bowl of homemade chili
grinning like forever
as though the thought of homemade chili
and loving a woman
had never occurred to you before