We are about to go out on a date. I am looking forward to it. It will be nice to have a moment, a chance to SHARE and talk. We don’t stay out late anymore, so it will BRIEF. It makes me smile, to think of looking at you across a table. I can see the scene already – small table, we will have a salad to share, a CRUET of oil, and one of vinegar will be brought to the table. We will joke about our ravenous appetites and compete with each other about who can demonstrate more GREED. We will ORDER a pizza or, maybe, some pasta. It will be nice, very nice. I find myself humming as I pick up the hair DRYER to finish getting ready.

Georg’ann

SOUND intuition, your knowing
her request was a trap, gift given
with undercurrent of malice.

There is a DRIVE towards
secret society insult
with sulfurous salt
into wounds better
served with sugar.

Falling into a DREAM
letting the subconscious work
it through. Awakened
by the thumping of wool
balls in the DRYER.

Heather