Ingredients for 6-8 people
• 4 egg whites
• 2 egg yolks
• 100 g (1/2 cup) of sugar or 5 tablespoons of fruit sugar (alter to your own preference)
• 500 g (2 1/2 cups) of mascarpone cheese
• 4 small coffee cups of espresso coffee
• marsala wine (or brandy or cognac)
• 400 g of savoiardi or lady fingers (sponge cake fingers)
• dark chocolate powder
Preparation
1. Make espresso coffee, sweeten, and add the marsala wine (or cognac) to it. Let it cool a bit.
2. Separate the egg yolks and the whites of two eggs in two bowls.
3. Beat sugar into the egg yolks.
4. Beat the mascarpone into the sweetened yolks.
5. Add two more egg whites to the other two and whisk until they form stiff peaks.
6. Fold gently egg whites into mascarpone mixture.
7. Quickly dip both sides of the ladyfingers in the espresso mixture.
8. Layer soaked ladyfingers and mascarpone in a large bowl or pan (start with fingers, finish with mascarpone).
9. Sprinkle dark chocolate powder on top.
10. Refrigerate for one hour.

You opened my jar.
Stuck, so you ran it under warm water,
banged it on the counter, and leaned
your full body over it and strained to
free it from its lid.

You scooped me out.
I was luke warm and spicy salsa.
Cold, watery hominy.
Salty greens.
Fermented sugar cabbage.
Smelly and raw.

You ate a little of me every day,
tried to make the contents last.
The jar had been in your cabinet for a long time.
You almost donated me,
but you forgot.

You stored me in your refrigerator,
I got cold, stagnant.
I loved when you poured out my contents
and warmed them up on the stove
and ate me in front of the window on a mild day.

I loved when you seasoned me and made me new.

poetic poultice.

Take this salve;
this balm and unction,
apply around valve
n up yer junction,
refrigerate;
and best kept cool,
to thicken up
loose water stool,
please don't fret
n do not fear,
'tis but poetic,
diarrhea..

Turn the lights out

Touch me in the dark

kiss me at midnight

and taste the whiskey on my tongue

pour wine all over my body

and taste it with your warm soft lips

kiss me gently in my neck

as your fingers are dancing under my clothes

making me crave you more and more

dont say anything

your lips on mine say much more

no ocean can extenguish our burning hearts

no freezer can refrigerate this hot desire

I don't know life nor death

day nor night, right nor wrong

I only know that I want you so bad right now

everything else is irrelevant and forgotten

This happy mind
Set high up in the sky
An elevation conquered through such smiles
These well-embarked nights
Too sweet like sugared lime
We're gallivanting urban streets for miles

This life is gold
Wrapped memories in foil
To save, refrigerate, and sit and wonder
Street light, lightning poles
Electrified shoe soles
Northbound on a bridge, we stand and ponder

This city street
The trees have lost their leaves
But warm food paired with milkshakes stifles chills
Each touch ignites the breeze
Bad jokes, good laughs with ease
Casting spells unknown through each unopened thrill

(20 minute poetry)

When it's done and you're on a run to the cryogenic laboratory
I hope you think of me as I think of all humanity.

Once wasted twice
dry, ice us
and we'll live fiercer than forever could ever be.

I'll return only when the house of clowns burns down and I'll dance in the smoke, but it's mirrors I see in the eyes, are we ever really
free?

If death untied is true
where and when and what would be the point to hide in the nib of a pen? only flowing when the lights are low and the type in the margins is green inked to go?

I know no more than the kiss that brings me alive.

I can see the Eastern night even when the light is low and I didn't know how sweet it looked and all they want is to
refrigerate you.

I think if this is the farewell kiss I'll miss it all.

I've been
getting
tired

since
1954

when my father was
born

since when
we would
begin
beginning

to eventually
end
and anyways

I don't have insomnia
but I do watch
wildly

with my lower spine
and whine

and refrigerate
my mind

and he there,
that one

looks into
my eyes
as if

I've been
kicking him
since he was
a child

and
keeps it
up

i. WATER: straightforward enough just make sure she can breathe still; not just the kind in her throat, she needs the ocean, a spirit somehow both constant and ever-changing; you may try to hand her the umbrella but it'll never work, she'd rather drink the sky and wear it in her hair than anything else

ii. FOOD: keep it on hand; lemonade, strawberries, coffee and donuts, pasta; don't get it confused with thought, don't refrigerate a monet, don't put haring in the cabinet; she'll drag you to the museums but i swear it'll be worth it when you see her full and bright and alive against those canvases

iii. WARMTH: wrap her up in your arms every second you see her; wear your favorite cologne and i guarantee she will notice every time; she rises for the sun but lives for the stars, don't forget about the way she turns her face to the sky every time she goes outside; her glow is strong but every so often she'll need a little bit of yours to stay alive

jealousy ponders its self worth
ugly and repetitive
the next phase is mimesis
synthetic fabrics collapse
the space-time diamond lattice
our sporadic garments
now garden themselves
we refrigerate our castles
while the frigid dawn insists
on spinning its web
next to your bed
friends dance in symphonic threads
musical souls and down tempos
our elbows and our noses
pressing a little closer to each other
as i am moving beyond myself
turning into nothing
the hourglass masquerades
and we become two sedated slaves
who increase the treasury of saponification
to be fair the soapiest stations
do provide clean clothes to the drowning
so we disrobed and then dressed ourselves again
in colors borrowed from the rainbow
the favor of the demigods may be wavering
but forever is abiding here and now
as we return each others surreptitious looks
from out the corners of our eyes
that must signify our wish to smother
the forlorn teenagers who are now wagering again
upon race-car drivers swerving around our fallen idols

The first of October again?
I said that last time it came,

October, best before end of
May, once opened, refrigerate
and use within thirty-one days.

jeez,
this will be like death row,
the
waiting for October to go,

heating on and
teetering on the edge of a drink
think I'll go to bed instead
with a cup of cocoa.

Why do so many people
Want to have their picture taken
And posted online
All over the internet
For your eyes only
Personally I find it discordant
And a little disorienting
We deceive our friends
And pretend we are not lonely
Mostly lost and a little distorted
Forced to refrigerate
Our lack of moral attunement
Our only hope is not to give a ****
We never did fit in anyway
So let’s play the game
Where we never say we're sorry

Twig by twig
we built our home
like birds

in the winter
we froze
together in a
raindrop

our faces
suspended forever
inside a tear

branches sway
in the breeze and
we fight

to remain

here

in the air

where we can
refrigerate
our hearts

pretending not to
feel the wind
ripping our skin
apart

and the rot
that grows
in the cracks