What happened to all the good math books?
I have salt on the brain.
Salted bones, salted feathers:
pyramid of salt, slurry of snow.
Talk about hips, the hips, my hips here.
[Hand on hip as if to animate.]
Blue. Always blue. All is blue tonight.
I'm clearly not ready to retire the blue.
And in the same breath I can mutter but
I am ready to unleash the pink
mostly in the key of grunts and groans.
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