Ingenious Breakfast

Trouaville

(n.) something lovely discovered by chance; a windfall

Air conditioning units in

sedans,

trucks, and other

vehicles mandate

a forceful

opinion,

Regulating the swirl

of muscle swollen

under rigid

shoulder bone

hunching in

a hiccup

or a sip.

 

Drinking up

for the lady

sitting in the shot

gun wedding, third

pew. Crying

over white inked thighs

or zippers

or lunch.

Her backyard

and driveway are sticky

with summer aspirations

waiting to share

last years clementines.

They watch drunk

while the old woman

in small stripes 

talks to birds,

talks at her nobody.

 

And I don’t feel bad

for them at all.

What I left behind

in church

can’t match the air

tonight as stale 67 

fahrenheit dries out

my tongue and

I kiss at you anyways.

Kissing at, morning-time

stretching on sheets,

at a sweat bead

trekking down a 

bare belly prone, at

spontaneous movement

art pieces,

at vintage stick

shifts.