Friday, October 23, 2009

Cognitive Therapy

if jesus is the pumpkin turned jack-o-lantern, then I am the seeds roasting in the oven. crack open the salty shell and devour my smoky fruit.

some might prefer an already hulled seed. an obsessive compulsive would disagree.

my ideal suitor has an intricate plan, a ritual in place for his seasonal snack. it will include carefully lining up the exact number of uncorrupted roasted companions and carefully creating an intimate experience with each one.

every fracture and snap of the hard outer seam will burst like a tiny explosion in his mouth. he will suck and chew with all the purpose and precision he can muster. he savors the flavor and texture, developing a mental snapshot in his mind to remember it by.

as soon as it began, the affair will be over.

it will appear to feel bittersweet, but he finds comfort knowing the indulgence will begin again after just a short interlude.

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