LAST NIGHT'S CHRISTMAS PARTY
and he said i like sins
for they are so delicious and
i cannot live my life without them
a young woman with round and firm breasts
comes to him and confesses her love
she promises him a lifetime
and fills the emptiness of his lonely life
the woman is married and he is too
his wife left him for good a year ago
her two daughters detest him
the priest says he is in a state of sin
and cannot be given communion
no regret he says
his had been living a life of sin and lies and deception
and there is no backing out
perhaps fate
perhaps a courageous decision
a challenge to
vatican
he says he is ready to serve his future sentence in hell.
we all look at him and then ignore what he says
i divert the topic and tells him that buko juice without sugar
is what i prefer
no milk
no fruit cocktails
bread without cheese
a hot noodle soup without hot spices
and later a little silence with my black coffee
in the veranda
facing a tree with sour lemons
hanging heavily
on its weak branches
i will pick and bring some of them
in the house
and then all his friends left him
with his young girl in the dining room
where she sits on his lap
teasingly like a spoiled baby to his papa
one by one those who choose to
stay a while
finishing their desserts of honey coated jco doughnuts
finally stand and
courteously tender their warm
good nights
after a few minutes
i will do the same
i have been talking to
myself
as always
arguing unnecessarily
i am the last to leave
and i say
ciao!
sin loves foremost
its much wanted privacy.
and he said i like sins
for they are so delicious and
i cannot live my life without them
a young woman with round and firm breasts
comes to him and confesses her love
she promises him a lifetime
and fills the emptiness of his lonely life
the woman is married and he is too
his wife left him for good a year ago
her two daughters detest him
the priest says he is in a state of sin
and cannot be given communion
no regret he says
his had been living a life of sin and lies and deception
and there is no backing out
perhaps fate
perhaps a courageous decision
a challenge to
vatican
he says he is ready to serve his future sentence in hell.
we all look at him and then ignore what he says
i divert the topic and tells him that buko juice without sugar
is what i prefer
no milk
no fruit cocktails
bread without cheese
a hot noodle soup without hot spices
and later a little silence with my black coffee
in the veranda
facing a tree with sour lemons
hanging heavily
on its weak branches
i will pick and bring some of them
in the house
and then all his friends left him
with his young girl in the dining room
where she sits on his lap
teasingly like a spoiled baby to his papa
one by one those who choose to
stay a while
finishing their desserts of honey coated jco doughnuts
finally stand and
courteously tender their warm
good nights
after a few minutes
i will do the same
i have been talking to
myself
as always
arguing unnecessarily
i am the last to leave
and i say
ciao!
sin loves foremost
its much wanted privacy.
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