Stuck between

The best part of the day

is the love you send

like flowers on a grave.

The dead know that none of this matters

as much as we hope it would. The dead

know how you can fault on your knees.

Better to not know yourself. Cry all

day under your glare. Escape in the

middle of the night and hunger for the

lustful cravings among

the banks of your shore.

I will kill your beauty, watch it

pass me by like a dead freight train.

I will add Greek olives to it as a gesture

of my hate.

Ugly me

has no will to look anyone in the eyes.

Beautiful me

will spread her legs

for you to go deep

shakes your knees

at my touchdown.

The theme escapes me daily

the words all gone again, starting

over on a new screen

to begin in another lifetime.

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19 thoughts on “Stuck between

      1. Hopefully you’ve had your much needed shot of caffeine, my dear Chrissy. I know that feeling, I had to delay my infusion, until after the poke and prodding at the Dr’s office. Worse than that, 12 hr fasting SUCKS. I’m not complaining, it still beats NOT being able to donate my ounces of matter to be tested ( Ν‘Β° ΝœΚ– Ν‘Β°)
        Just routine, but at my age and all the abuse I put upon this old body, I get to be tested very frequently. Not sure if my Drs are just so concerned with my health or they think they better get their share of my stash before the government does ❀ (ΰΉ‘Μ€ ΝœΚ–ΰΉ‘Μ) ❀ α•™(πŸ’“β–ΏπŸ’“)α•—

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      2. wow. those tests suck, I’ve taken my mom and not pleasant at all! It seems the older we get, the more doctors we visit and the less bars. lol
        good luck George xx

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      3. Tests beat hospital stays by FARRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
        So far it’s only been a πŸ’¨ β˜•day, hope it doesn’t become a 🍸 afternoon. Pretty warm already, just right for a good iced 🍺 non-alcoholic refreshment. Received my shipment of peaches, so Kiddies and I will make ice cream tonight. Peaches, stevia and topped with Wasabi crunchy covered green peas, Nieces idea and Grands love it. Weird food choices in my Clan, indeed.

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      4. at about 18 mos, my Nieces were watching their Mother and I snacking on the peas and seaweed rice snacks. Of course their curiosity peaked and I believed in letting them learn what they like or didn’t by experimentation, so we told them to just let them sit in their mouths until they were soft enough to bite. To our surprise, they loved both and have tried every spicy thing we’ve eaten since then. Our Chinese friends are amazed with them. Grands have followed suit, but not real keen about seaweed at all.( Ν‘Β° ΝœΚ– Ν‘Β°)

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      5. sounds gross, i’ve tried that organic foods and I’m picky with my food…imagine I’m Greek and I don’t eat olives and feta cheese. Everyone is aghast with me…at restaurants, I sometimes go home hungry. Like my last visit to some “well-renowned place” ugh. Seaweed would have been better than salmon tartare. lol
        I teach my kids to try everything, even if I don’t! my daughter does, but my son takes after me. xx

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      6. I used to think a lot of things were gross until I became a Godfather to a Chinese American girl and then started eating more at her house with Grandparents, opened my eyes and palate))))))))))) Heck, I’ve eaten Lotus flower roots, chewy but good. My Nieces and Grands try everything (Yes I use bribery at times and trickery at other times.) Guilty I am. But they have learned to try everything, indeed. I understand the taste buds of all are different, thankfully, MORE FOR ME!!!!!!!!!! With A Marine Dad, my Kids learned to eat what was on the plate, especially after #5 and #s9&10. not a typo ( Ν‘Β° ΝœΚ– Ν‘Β°)

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      7. All are grown and on their own, thankfully. House is full enough still now. Right now my Sis In Law&Kids(3yr old Twin girls and 9 yr old Nephew, adopted from Haiti) live with me permanently, or until they get tired of Uncle George, very doubtful.
        My Twin Daughters in Law and their kids, my Grands( each of them have a set of b/g b/g Twins—runs in family, their husbands are my Twin Sons, youngest living kids at 32). They are here while Sons are off in military school, ends in December unless they get sent for their Doctorates, unsure right now. But that’s OK, people leasing their house across from mine might be moving, so worse case scenario, they move out across the street next year. We’ll deal with that later. ❀ (ΰΉ‘Μ€ ΝœΚ–ΰΉ‘Μ) ❀
        My mentor, John, from my Marine days in Vietnam lives with us in his own little apartment attached to my detached garage. My oldest son is in his 40s. I lost 2 wives and 3 kids along the way, but we've become closer than ever before, so we are comfy together as much as possible.
        We share all duties, but I'm the biggest cook and baker in the family. I plan ahead and we don't have to worry about many left-overs)))))))))))))))))))))
        Local grocery stores and Chinese store loves us to death. Indeed, we are an economic impact on our little town, way in middle of nowhere, just as we like it.
        Kiddies aren't picky and will try everything that Uncle George/Opa(German for Grandfather) eats. Gotta love that. We have gardens and a lake for fishing and water sports. Self sufficient if and when necessary.
        α•™(πŸ’“β–ΏπŸ’“)α•—

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      8. Kids Nieces called me George when they first started talking, just like the rest of the Adults in the house )))))))))))
        Now they called me Opa instead of Uncle, easier of two options, I guess.
        🌟β™₯\~`β—‘`~/β™₯🌟

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