Divine Honors

Day-Old Bargain

Day~Old Bargain Bargain tarts, raspberry, goose, he said, don't write about that surgery, women who have hacked off write all parts and natures of women who lose food in the bottom parts of refrigerators, onions, scallions, sour tomatoes, tiny cocktail weenies lost in the airlessdark write When you give over your breast to cancer, for God's sake don't write about it. Write about silliness, holding hands in sandboxes, small girls playing fudgeand -find-me-alley-tag at dusk, Rochester, state of pubescent, New Yorka roonie. ... dayI learned to drive aimedcar at horizon and floored it. Got there. God in color, no cable, firsthand. Going and coming back I thought I'dlive. Not much for visions,still at sinksoaking pinkies in sweetalmond suds, I heard Mom. Come on home, she said. Scared the witless bejeebies out of me. Next day I opted for surgery. Cut that mama off and saved my life. Big daddy surgeon said right on the mark, sweet honey. It was done. He's got a girlfriend works at his office, don't you know, she thinks he's licorice stick swinger.I caught them 22 hugging in the mimeo room. Ain't nothing to it, he said, rolling his cup of a palm over the scar. Mmmmmm-rnrnmmrn, this hillock is a sweet raisin, roll over baby, pour me out. Okeydokey. What came next in the woods, woolly dark trees don't give a fudge if what's hugging them hard dents in two places. I hang on for dear life. Filled pockets with seedpods, got bulbs I shoehorned into clay pots for life's sake. Nevertheless the disc shone hard, or didn't. 23 ...