Corner of Bitterwater and Strife

*

The wild woman of Borneo showed up after a week long absence. She grabbed a bag of clothes, some makeup, and skeedaddled. Afraid we'd call her probation officer, maybe.

She looked good.

She hugged us both. Even me.

*

We are having left over duck in orange chipotle sauce and some goat cheese bruchettas and a green salad with lemon anchovy garlic dressing. Some olives, a head of roasted garlic, a bottle of wine.

The little woman made us a peach crisp for after.

It's cooling on the windowsill.

*

I am all twisted up. Happy, mournful, put-out, mellow. Running hot and cold like weather that don't know how to make up its mind.

I aim to stupefy myself with good food and wine, see if I cain't pin that woman up against something.

***

namaste.

*