When Zelda first approached me I
Dropped the cigarette
(She disapproves)
“You are an American I see”
She said with a sneer
You eat…coleslaw.
Cutting.
I recovered.
Yes I do. I’m not proud of it. But I draw the line at grits.
She softened.
Come with me.
She led me through room after room.
Gently lit, tap rails and wallpaper, a bust here and there
Of a poet or an architect.
Beautiful rooms.
I longed to go to the garden but she led me to the kitchen.
Sit. Eat. Afterwards we make love.
I acquiesced.
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