![]() EXACTLY 2:07 AMA Poem by VolIsn’t it weird, how things recur with such precision? It’s a question for God, or at least this mechanic I know at the university, the quantum one.
I stick my fork through the cheese and into a fat shrimp. “Yes! Mmm…” My eyes roll back, like they tend to do at buttery times like these.
You smile. “I’m not kidding,” I say… “It’s this lactose intolerance; I know, down to the minute when the knife will slice through my roiling guts to make me atone for the way I’m making love to this dish of shrimp, garlic, and half pound of butter.” The oyster on the little fork in your hand drips sauce; your eyebrows say “really?” “Yup, just when the rems get coasting for a long run through one of those multiverses the mechanic keeps going on about… I’ll roll over and cry out… Ow! Ow! Through a clenched grin.
You’ll wake up with a sigh to tell me I should know better... I wipe the grease from my lips; “Wow! Look at the size of this one! Mmm, mmm!” © 2025 VolReviews
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5 Reviews Added on March 1, 2025 Last Updated on March 1, 2025 Author![]() VolGouge Eye, TXAboutMy name is Vol Lindsey. I live in Gouge Eye, Texas, a tiny ghost town on Rt. 66. I am a retired creative writing, English literature teacher. I have been writing poetry and reading publicly since 196.. more..Writing
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