From the Fishouse

Here’s the love
story minus the
story.

A
poor woman, in
poor health with
poor taste.

She shells the
vegetables into stereotypes in her long
vegetable garden.

Poverty was
funny and he has a wonderful sense of
humor.

Pancakes are
pancakes and his code for the
obscene which is a
shame because she still likes
breakfast.

The sky parades its
fucking
sunrise all the way to
sunset.

A
sign of the
sighs,
she ends.