Jenni said she was broke as a dog’s hind leg
so we met up at my place & I supplied
a bottle of wine and the facial masks
–a French green clay to absorb all
the toxicity accumulating in our young
blood. Add in a splash of another substance
or two and the night became an uproar of hilarity
and silliness. Hanging noodles from our ears,
or so goes the Chinese proverb. The
grandmothers would have shaken their heads.
After midnight, we cooked macaroni
devouring big bowls full with butter
Salted & Peppered.
Early Morning Poems 