"I am an idealistic, naive, passionate, truth-seeking, spiritually motivated artist, unschooled in the science of law and finance." --Wesley Snipes

Monday, March 28, 2005

Dear Melissa,

Last night I was tacoing without you,

unaware of your tilapia, not cognizant

of the small fillet, of your skinny latte.

16 ozs. is not enough for us amongst

the copies and the cow’s milk, the professorial

commentary, the planter with the one

good tulip, the fees we charge each other

for gifts of sass and cashmere, vodka tonics

and home movies. Last time I was inside

you, I could have sworn you called me Brendon.


Reen said...

Taco as a verb is beyond all known forms of awesome.

Prentiss Riddle said...

Agreed! But now I want to know what it means. Guesses:

1. Eating tacos. (Ho-hum.)

2. Something sexual about which I do not wish to speculate further in public. (Could be useful.)

3. Getting all wrapped up in something, figuratively or literally. (Nah, that would be more like the verb "burrito".)