"And with the idea of hastening his departure he took several large gulps of his dandelion juice".

Dandelion juice reminded me to take inventory of delicious foods in the cabinets and on the tea shelf. Half-water half-juice, water first because juice is heavier. One or two ice cubes, depending if I want chilly lips. Also, a buttery bread snack, or maybe mayonnaise avocados. Daytime is work time to wear myself out time; nighttime is ice cream scooping my cream thighs off the sidewalk time. Weekend time is salt sucking time. 24-hour Harris Teeter sushi, Babybel cheese and wine, jiggle my shorts in all the isles. Ash and I went to the Hispanic farmers market; we squeezed juice from an eating cactus because we thought it was a giant aloe leaf. From Hell and carpet snags, dirt burns and licking fights, mini wine, plastic grass eyelashes, red wax casings. I can bounce like a cheerleader while I pop bubblegum, fill up with juice, squeeze out the juice, then fill up with air, then shrink back down to size. And I do. I'm the bouncing queen, Food organs, flora fauna intuition. Apple butter aorta, plum wine pulmonary artery, breast vena cava, ass vena cava. Got cupcakes in my capillaries. Vanilla swirl spray between my elbow creases and Jessica Simpson's edible treats butterscotch butt cheeks. They stuff me with stuffed peppers, barbecue, and pom. Martinis, napoleons, and cream filled freezer treats. This afternoon I stuck my head through the bathroom window to hear Miriam cry. Palm leaves, tomato stakes, iris carcasses. Pregnant words are all I can think, but I can't think of any links, only sounds and bursting words, so I'll have a million little baby symbols, full of juice and food, but the poor things don't know quite where they belong. I nearly broke my toe; it's full of blueberry jelly and rotten yellow squash, splintery bones. The top half of my heart likes ramen noodles, the bottom half likes green jelly on lamb. Skin casserole, fingernail baklava, crumhorn noodles, cello pancakes, trombone fruit tarts, conical flute pie, and lobster lipstick, corpus callosum pasta salad. I even hear tell that a blue wale's veins are wide enough for a human to swim through. I'm rich in love, thick in love, hot-heavy-sticky-gravy-pickled-turnips-full-in-love.