entrée
He:
‘I am alive today, and dancing in the wind
that cools the grass the sun is burning brown
The dunes demur, and gliding gulls rescind …’
She:
‘His splayed legs, in shorts, displayed from calves to toes
are dead ringers for plucked turkey tom cadavers
as far, too far, as epidermis goes.’
adagio
stage direction
She makes a wish and writes it on a paper
and seals it inside a bottle with a kiss.
they dance, both singing:
‘We laze upon the littoral and think
we are thinking. Thoughts as thoughtless as the waves
advance and crest and surge onto the sand
in which despite their fecundity nothing grows …’
her variation:
‘A plucked turkey carcass, bled and oven bound
shows better skin tone than the hide that’s found …’
his variation:
‘The deadpan surly words mask how we flirt …’
coda
The stake-fried chicken sizzles and goes out
for waffles.
[Shurly chicken-fried steak? Ed.]
