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By Misti Date: 2005 Jun 17 Comment on this Work [[2005.06.17.01.50.531]] |
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we play house we play Big People we cut up peppers pasilla/serrano/green chile/jalapeno we cut up red potatoes we cut up a clove of garlic we cut up a red onion we make a big pot of chicken green chile stew you work on your novel I work on my poetry you stay in bed recuperating watching baseball games and the History Channel I drive to town cursing looking for parking spaces and braving the mindless crowds with a wobbly shopping cart there is no plastic no cellophane no hollow no strawberry to our hearts our hearts are not toys our hearts are not candy our hearts mean business our hearts are giants our hearts do not mess around but there is no house no backyard no doggie no baby makes three just you and me living this small silly life in the biggest greatest way we know. |