Tuesday, February 14, 2012

st. valentine's

valentine's day is the bomb. 
 the pinks and reds are like dissonances, 
and it's fun to watch the guys in the stores grabbing 
boxes and crinkly bundles of flowers.
i imagine their women being very happy.
today an older guy came up beside me
as i was walking on the side walk.
golf cap, black jacket, black cane,
he smiled and winked and said 
happy valentine's day. i said it back to him and asked him if he 
had any special plans?
'Nah. Nothin except gonna go home, drink a little wine
listen to some music.
Whitney, Ray....'
i came home to cards.
on my bed and nightstand and table.
moriah wrote me a card
and diagrammed the sentence.
i knew grammar was
 paying off.
mama made chickin
 fettucini, salad, green beans
fruit salad,
cheesecake...
yeah. 
mom is awesome.

goodnight.
oh. 
and daddy's input on love for today was
'Son, cookin' meat is kinda like
loving a woman.
Ya gotta think about these things before hand.
Ya gotta prepare for it...
gotta marinate it, 
butter it up...
You gotta give it some lovin'...'

so there it is. now you know the secret.
happy cookin.



2 comments:

  1. that was beautiful! you have *such* a gift for writing & story telling:)
    and Happy Valentine's Day to you:)

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