those summers
sweating the steaks
boiling the oil
a hundred new greek curses
mixed in the drinks

maria's smooth brown calves

ya moto moo knee sous

dimitri's mile wide mule stance
dangling his dick in the deep fryer

poor fotes johnson
such hair such hair

i burnt it in a fit of pique
set that barbecue lighter up to the
back of his curly head
i had enough
of his ass tactics
and pulled the little
black hard plastic trigger

maria's smooth brown calves

and the portuguese word
for chicken

gal in gya
gal in gya

i walked out three times
and came back every summer

and labour day
and christmas
and party

pizza guy
grill guy
saucepan
salad
expediter
pirate ship of sweat

i cut a tomato
at home as if
there's a case
left to slice.