Monday, September 27, 2010


9. involving a flirtation
Stories I tell my daughter

We flirted with danger
that day in the Volkswagen
four of us in the back seat
all six of us puffing
on Peter Stuyvesants
the front windows open
wide enough ...

Then we flirted with disaster
the three pavlovas my aunt
had made balanced
on crossed knees
the ash from our cigarettes
miraculously missing
the cream and passionfruit
pips ...

It was our year of flirting with
the future; the wedding
and the pavlovas afterwards
tasted of a safe haven
but the marriage was
as reckless as too much
whisky - on the rocks.

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