My Robot Is Pregnant theme song!

tough guy poetry and manly stories of loneliness
all contents copyright Jon Rolston 2004, 2005, 2006

April 9, 2011

My lover she tells me she’ll draw me a map ’cause I don’t know what I’m doing. I have not received the map.

She buys coupons online. Half off little watercress and cheese sandwiches and a pot of rooibos at the tea house. The tea came out in a pot that had a gingham jacket over it to keep it warm. The cups matched the saucers. Milk. Sugar. A scone and orange marmalade. Pictures of dressage horses on the wall and classical music drifting from ceiling speakers. Online coupons.

She bought us a trip to the indoor skydiving place. We’re going on a hot air balloon ride next week. Massages, Pilates, Rolfing, Bhangara dance classes, she has us going all over town at up to 50% off.

Is this part of her map? I take her to bars, docks, bars on docks, scrap metal yards and the different dumps. Neither of us have any idea where we are when the other one drives.

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