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I am a great cook, you said, casually switching between the phone and knife cutting conversations into small slivers dicing lettuce, add patties, mustard the phone smearing your make-up. balancing between your neck and necklace and long spiral ear-rings. I am a great cook, you continued, head tilted at a rakish angle knife still dancing in mid-air. ( It’s a technique you mastered over the years) Cutting, calling and stalling. I watched those big brown eyes join the talkative salad and burger now taking shape on the table I shrivelled in fear when you laughed and said: I am a great cook and killer of lettuce, stray ladies and flirty men- Ha! Ha! ( oops!) Do you want a beer to go with your burger? did you joke? Author Notes Optional © Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, 22 days ago
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Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 11:14 PM UTC
The Cook
I am a great cook, you said, casually switching between the phone and knife cutting conversations into small slivers dicing lettuce, add patties, mustard the phone smearing your make-up. balancing between your neck and necklace and long spiral ear-rings. I am a great cook, you continued, head tilted at a rakish angle knife still dancing in mid-air. ( It’s a technique you mastered over the years) Cutting, calling and stalling. I watched those big brown eyes join the talkative salad and burger now taking shape on the table I shrivelled in fear when you laughed and said: I am a great cook and killer of lettuce, stray ladies and flirty men- Ha! Ha! ( oops!) Do you want a beer to go with your burger? did you joke? Author Notes Optional © Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, 22 days ago
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Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 11:14 PM UTC
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