part.eleventh

we are now just basking in heat and gradually

widening into the space of the next

room. billowing out between the cracks

in a chinese room-divider. we are

practically sitting on her couch and

chomping our jaws.

we ordered szchechuan eggplant and steamed brooded

over a case of mistaken identity and monica with ashen knees

and pot suckers. i tell i think its a type of fish and she seems drawn

to their tasty pan-fried double entendre.

its like crawling through a poppyfield and

i keep saying if we can just get up and

get out of the house and rubbing

my eye and mumbling something about

the autumn breeze and anyway it

was ridiculously hot that day.

the ac kicks in findly bu t the girl

im with passes out cold on

monikas couch.