DUMPLINGS

Hello? What's this?

You telling me you're a virgin? 

What?

Come, now! You've been there  before!

No! I'm not referring to your 'bermuda triangle'!

It's 'brazillian', actually...do I need a touch up?

     (his head pops up from under the sheets)

...I've certainly seen that before...but, the 'other'... There's ink on your belly."

I know. Sad, ain't it? You never noticed?

No. 

C'mon...

So...In all this time...you been 'entertaining' squid?

Stop it. It's just so sad.

I dunno. What's it supposed to be? Can't tell..

It started out, as an inscription over my heart but, you know...

time and gravity ?

Yeah, that and a few tons of blubber...OW! OOOOWWWW!! Damn it!

That was the cruelest thing anyone has ever said...

Ripping out my pubes ranks right up there....damn !

Lesson learned. Here, want'em back?

You keep 'em.

I'll do that...and put ‘em in your soup.

So what is it? Your belly? I can't tell...between...between...

Be very careful here...

The folds?

Bastard.

So?

It's a poem. Something I wrote in high school.

That's a poem? There are words? How drunk were you?

Wasted. ...high ...fucked up ...senior year...

Ah, the rebellious bohemian. Hippie?

Slutty biker hog.

Oh...

Fuckin' with Ya...more of a 'hapless romantic'

So what's it say? Tell me. Tell me your poem.

Noooo...! Read it! That's what it's there for!

Okay, but help me out. Won't need my glasses. Roll over on your back...good...now can you kinda move the folds…stretch something back?...lift there…good..start at the top. Yeah...okay...I see it:

I am dawning...I shall be the sun (stretch)...light (Up) growth and warmth...shall be mine...annn'...I will give freely...(lift) ...until the day set.    

  

Pretty fuckin idealistic, and it hurt like hell.

Cute, really! Painful, yet Profound...naïve, but not stupid. Which one of you was wasted?

What?

...you or the Tattooist?


Both, I guess. It was a balcony in Mexico...he was 'practicing', and I was 'experimenting'. Margaritas in the sun. He just got released...what the fuck...it's all-inclusive. That, and he was 'out-of-here' tomorrow.

I could care less about 'the backstory'. Was there a 'proof reader' ? 

WHAT?  ...why?! 

...was there?

HE liked to 'proof-read his own material'

What fucked-up-felon wouldn't?

Why? What's wrong?! Are you shitting me? I can't read it. Something wrong? Shit! I tried, but you try to read through this...backwards...in a motel mirror! Shit!

So, in-the-end you were "In" the Sun, but NOT the Sun.

In the end, I consumed much more than I provided...some cold, dim, sun - bitch, was I.

Dim sum sounds good...let's eat. Wanna go downstairs?

No. You go. Fried rice, orange chicken, mushu pork...extra wrappers, don't let them cheat you this time...mixed appetizers...egg flower...

Is that to split?

Noooo! Get your own.

Why don't I just get the Family Meal for 6...four entrees, soup, sides, cookies?


Works for me.

You got cash? I'm broke.

No shit. Put a shirt on. Nobody wants to see that gut...money is in the jar, unless you already took it.

Right. Got a good feeling about the Lottery...kidding! 

I want to see the receipt. No lottery tickets.

Fine. Anything else?

God I love you.

Well it came true!

What did?

I shall be dim sum...Look at Ya layin' there.

GodDAMN! I hate you....extra Almond cookies....

    ( door slam)

             ...and grab the candies from the counter-bowl! We're payin' for 'em! 





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ghost of baywood

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