I SAVED YOU A TASTE

You had a chocolate cupcake in your hand and I had an English muffin and we did a handshake to compact the muffin + cake. We kept shaking and made a dough ball we shared until it got wet because you threw it into a swimming pool context where it became a beach ball. For the next week I’m going to pay attention to my body’s actual weight, how it sags between two trees like a cloth cloud bank. “No big-time bling, only ambition and raw nerve, denim shorts and chili dogs.” Through April 2.