It’s all about you
and you love me
so it’s all about me
amused at why I don’t step
on graves, or how superstitious every
Jew you ever met was, on Friday the 13th
don’t you know it’s the Templars who were massacred, not Jews
you say, patiently, when I demur
going to watch a slasher film
it’s been the Jews so many times, we don’t
segregate our massacres, you know
I replied, wishing I could a drink chocolate
milk shake for the 40th time , driving past a retro diner
glimmering in the wet dark like a panther dressed in rubies
the tall sweating neck of a chocolate shake
even though I’m lactose intolerant and …
it’s the reason I wanted to come to America
you know? 14. Class film project
mine on vintage Americana , with juke boxes and hamburgers
with that special way they wrapped them, all perfect
(even though I was vegetarian)
that’s a kind of weird reason to immigrate
watching me get my red tights wet on sprinklers
in May, a silly time of year for tights
unless you grew up in the city like me
where girls always wear bold hose and cardigans
it’s a thing , just like anis de flavigny
despite the dentists admonishment
just like watching Luc Besson retrospectives
you’ve nobody to talk to about
because you won’t sell out
your core values
at how I don’t ‘do‘ hairdressers
even at my age
won’t abide people who don’t read
any more than racists and animal haters
although, don’t give me a dog, please
I’m a cat person, through and through
maybe it’s that I can’t be needed that much
cats are fickle like humans
they only want their plate filled
I know how to do that, i’m Jewish, didn’t I mention that?
How many books do you read a week?
Did you ever smoke? I trust people who read, ex-smokers and glasses wearers
What kind of person wouldn’t like a girl who wears glasses?
Good grief the kinds of things people have prejudices against
I only dislike liars, especially the good ones
and fish, I really hate fish, even though it’s good for you
and I grew up near the sea
although everyone says that, to sound fancy
my home smelt of coal and despair and wet towels
it’s why I have a towel heater, my one luxury
the dermatologist said if I stay in this heat
I’ll have skin cancer by 50, but the dentist told me
my teeth are still good, so I’ll take the odds because
I’m stuck after all.
Where would you go if you could?
That’s the kind of question, really young people ask each other
I don’t relate to it anymore
shelf-life wears on me like a long grueling Summer
I still like 90s bands though, and boots with socks
and I doubt I’ll ever stop dancing
when I brush my teeth (for the dentist, for prosperity,
for the Jewish God, who is the same as all the others really, or not)
I love you, you know?
Years later, when you know everything about me
and you finish my sentences and
don’t laugh at my jokes as loud
it’s that tiny smile in the corner of your eyes
that’s what keeps me coming back
oh, and because we have to get through a vampire TV series
judge me for not going to the gym, don’t judge me for loving you
it’s soft and permenent and full of light
like a dance hall when the music stops
aerything goes bright
and you say, let’s go get a milk shake
and for once, I reply; yeah … fuck it
10 Replies to “Let’s”
And now, I want a milkshake.
ha ha ha ha! I LOVE that answer! Have one for me too!
❤️ I had an ice cream sandwich, instead. Lol
Where can you get a real, I mean REAL, milkshake these days? Not some glop squeezed out of a soft-serve machine, but the real deal, spun up in a steel (the outside all sweaty with condensation because it’s July in the Midwest, 95 degrees and 100% humidity) pitcher and poured into one of those special tall glasses with the foot on the bottom, made with real ice cream, whole milk, and malt, and a paper straw, not plastic, and it comes with a long spoon too. And you and your Main Squeeze sit in a booth with cracked fake leather seats (red) by a window (like the one in that famous painting) and slowly consume you milkshakes with your mouths, and each other with your eyes, and every once in a while, put another quarter in the jukebox.
I’m with trE on this , I want a milkshake too. I’m imagining one made with Ghirardelli”s Dark Belgian Chocolate ice cream (which I haven’t seen in a store East of the Mississippi). I can almost taste it.
Union sometimes takes years – so well expressed.
ha ha ha! Brilliant!
YUM! I can’t truly drink milk anymore so mine is in my imagination but I recall the taste so keenly it’s UNTRUE! 😉 xoxo
If I should ever encounter the makings of a lactose free version equal to the memory, you’ll be the first to hear of it. <3
I’d have it no other way.
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