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~Only You~

I picked a blonde hair from the razor clam soup she prepared
when she asked:

"Have you ever called anyone else "sweetheart"?"

"No." I told her.

She lowered her face and spoon close to the bowl of soup
and I got a good look at the top of her head.

I imagined the brain in there resembled red, blue, and green Tinker-Toy sticks
and wheels wrapped in a pink ribbon.

Her dog walked in to check out the aroma
of the razor clam soup. The dog sat next to my chair,
and I noticed a fly orbit her snout.
The dog kept her eyes fixed on mine
and paid no attention to the fly.
She committed to the prospect of a hand-down.

The fly broke orbit to navigate the galaxy of the kitchen table,

then touched down on the rim
of the young lady's bowl.

"Oh! Swoosh away, you dirty thing!" She wailed.

Her hands rapidly flicked back and forth over the bowl
as the fly soared towards the ceiling's yellow-white star.

I put a piece of clam meat on a saucer and placed it
on the floor for the dog, and whispered:

"Here ya go, sweetheart."

D. B. Tompsett