tahini dreamland for ben

a mugwump chasm of un-volcanic rock
hiring a few peapods of consolidated memories
to drunk-fuzz what we think about
so we can think about

dreamland. Betwixt kisses my apron falls
and he leads me to where the handkerchiefs go--
into a small, drawn-curtain cubby with
an even smaller rocking chair with
an even smaller mouse
reading an even smaller bedtime story
to me--of all the things

this makes me want to sit, stare, and never leave.

so we tear off some from the basil plant that
we spent a whole day trying to find
and on the way chose tahini, lime juice, .25 ounces of active dry yeast,
sugar, milk, 5 cups of bread flour, minced garlic, butter, and tea.

and we ended up eating the neighbourhood's best chinese's
mr. general tso's chicken, please.

and with nothing left in the lazy susan
we sat back and tried again
to knot-think of the past
and focus back on dreamland.