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Keurig

Coffee grinds, Two strangers, separated and packaged  contained in an air-tight K Cup two extremely different lives

All that pent up bitterness,  introduced to the Keurig each other fusing those dispersed grinds souls with water chemistry

creating the beautiful end product: coffee love which coats thaws the throat heart with warmth

The more you workout, the stronger you get. The more you smoke, the better your tolerance. The more you practice, the more perfect the performance.

The American (day) Dream 

The land untouched at first                                               later The few buildings that begin to emerge                                               are tainted

through the winter of my life, the men worked tirelessly among the concrete

                                                         “iron will”

As if blinking the dust out of their eyes could help them see the gates to

                   where?                                to what land?                                                      Can we enter into 

the American country–Lana Del Rey’s

                                                      a dark paradise of

rich girls with daddy issues

where depraved dependence is common

                                                     & the boys who say

“hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have”  showering their daughters in dirty money

*complains I’m bloated* 

After you

Paris’ usual odor of piss and cigarettes had a tinge of earthiness to it. Cherry blossom trees lined the cobbled-stoned streets. Spring was here–and she was in full bloom.

“Babe, I got you flowers.” I turned to face him. “Wait! Close your eyes and hold out your hand.”

I felt the cool petals spilling into the palm of my hand. I smiled and opened my eyes. The tiny pink pearls seemed to wink at me as they glistened in the sunlight. And there Neil was: my human, my boy, my love, standing there and smiling right back at me.