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Ice Cream

There are only so many flavors of
sex, the best always the original
recipes, homemade concoctions meant to
combine all your favorite tastes in one
sugary mouthful. The metaphor can
extend to toppings and creaminess, high
and low quality, scoop size, brand and price,
but all I care about is how nice it
makes me feel, life’s little dessert, a sweet
release at the end of a too-long day.
It doesn’t need to be gourmet, so long
as it melts at the right temperature,
and every so often I would love
to be allowed to have it for breakfast.

Ice Cream Cone

There’s only so much you can teach a kid,
even though his or her capacity
to learn is near infinite, because not
every lesson is instinctually
important until the retrospective
thoughts begin, when you go from player to
coach, sponge to ocean (at least in your own
estimation, when really we are not
even waves, but dripping faucets, maybe),
and the soaking days seem to be over.
Wisdom is a catchy phrase in the back
of a composition notebook, almost
always scrawled hastily so that we don’t
forget, as if those lessons could leave us.