BBL LDN

Time slipped through my fingers. We took the train, I took off my sweater. The weather, unexpectedly warm. they knew I was stoned. 

We unpacked. the wrong flag, above our castle. We contemplated using magic markers. We ate Mexican in one of London's finest.  We sat on bins and took photos of Big Ben. I bought a beer in secret, I hid it in my bag.  

I woke up drunk, I slept sound. We ate stale toast and jam. The sun was high, on Saturday, at 8am. Time slipped through my fingers. 

I vomited chocolate milk. We humiliated ourselves for a cause, just cause. My elder threw herself, at a man, blew up a condom, insulted her husband. They gave us one free beer. One half-price pie.

We smoked in the cold for two hours. My lip bled. The cabby was from Sussex, the hot water broke.  The lights wouldn't work. We spoke about our homes.

Three of us wore heels. Two of us clicked. One of us was selfish. Time slipped through my fingers. 

I wished the hotel had a pool. I stole fruit, an apple and a pear.  We talked about the way men smell.  A man stole two sandwiches and I pretended not to notice, she made a racist comment.

I was honest, two sat backwards, two faced forward. We walked the lengths of the cabins looking for a Coke, a snack. She reapplied her makeup. It was colder than I thought, we walked. We took the bus. One headphone worked. I heard a song to remind me of last winter. A weekend over.

Time slipped through my fingers.  

division.

The antecedent and the consequent's relationship grew farther,

a ratio recognizable to the untrained eye, 

an equation for an animal to multiply

to divide.

Engrossed in her own precocious addition to love, she chewed over our lust.

Wits quick as a wolf's reflexes,

sharp as a fox, 

she saw our consumption of one another,

the re-creation of arithmetic between bodies,

the quantity of space lacking.

Blood on her paws, rum on our hands

Clasped together, in hiding.

Formulating an escape from the captivating beast, 

we fled, subtracting one from the animals game theory.

The competition came to a close, the numbers ceased to please.

She went home unsolved, with a mystery threatening.

With mathematical minds, we deciphered how to repent,

from a question we'd never expected.

and a calculated union.

king & queen.

the poorly timed delivery. 

the scottish snow, nervously gazing at the window 

a limpid picture, our television screen.

the bedrooms view, for a king & his queen.

for, what a vision it was,

powder drifting in time with the melody, 

cascading to coat the earth, 

purity.

wrought with contradiction

we're frozen.

possessing a heat to melt the ice, 

these divine minutes,

a moment 

to write home about.

in the thick of the sin,

foreign skin touching the born and bread,

breaths placed accordingly.

we breed the ruins. the death of a monarchy,

the end of an era.

at least the world appears pretty as we lie.

eyes to our sky, watching it,

all fall down.

the BREAD.

grazing the thin blue grass, 

in the EAST, facing WEST

he's focused on the word MAN, in the context of MEN

the bread, and the meat between each piece.

how could a woman carry a cock ring, a man cry himself to sleep?

the liberated lack of emotion versus the robotic movements learned by book.

hilarity, for our meaning of marriage stunted.

we too, loved hard. licked each others wounds at the crack of dawn,

sucked teeth, mourned the same loss.

idle on hillside ,

this Man and this Woman.

question our roles as our own, kind.

using our sex cells, our bottom lips, our crooked jaws.

if only, everything could be OURS.

but we're stuck somewhere between reminiscing and role reversal,

who could be 

the ruler of Y chromosome,

even if lacking 
one?

czech mate.

please, monopolize me.
wishing I could stop reminiscing,
concentrating
thinking about, the mystery.


If I had the money, I'd visit a place as good as his.

people are strange.

otherwordly, abnormal, eldritch, unusual, peculiar, odd, puzzling, outlandish, zany, offbeat, unconventional, different, bizarre, anomalous. 

i like you.

stranger than loving the strangest of the strange.