The Dishes

Water-wrinkled flesh

Submerged in scalding fluids

Cleansing and calming

Band-Aid

Around my finger

Fabric and flesh together

It will be okay

Bake, bake, baking

In the sun

Oink, oink, oinking

In the mud

Merry, merry, merrily

Filtered and sterile
Air needs to be conditioned
How it’s meant to be

Driblets of cool sweat
Flexed and contracted muscles
A perfect machine

Sitting on the patio
On a warm summer day
Under the shade of
Your two-story house

Could be a minute
Or could be half an hour
Don’t freaking judge me

Famous for your heat
Maybe just for once you would
Like to be called cute

Round, red, fist-sized fruit
Or some say vegetable
Maybe fruitable?

I met a recluse the other day
Unusual as that might be
But we talked and we talked
Well, I did most of it probably
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