The way things move! They move so very movingly!

The tea-cup tragedy in the early fall
                      The smooth and lingering smell of it
A look back into the hallway comes after the sound in the hallway behind us.
She walks. She walks like a slip         slips
quietly
          into the kitchen.
The milk and the granite counter tops – emitting quiet waves.
The oranges sit in bowls
          oiling themselves
          rigid dimples
          tasting of Victorian Christmases
(the cold kind).

It would be nice to have a man in the kitchen
          To pour the milk over, to lick the milk from.

                                                                                                    --Sarah Feeley

My Dick Approaches Reality (in the most beautiful way)

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