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.