August stopped by in a way neither of us expected/hard-winded, boisterous, like the Thai spice we stumbled across

    straddling sleepless hours of black-and-white comedy

    Our shoulders crossed in new love.

    September you wondered why the monsoons kept hitting on you.

    I brought you dumplings filled with chocolate syrup

    that you said dripped into the atrium of your heart.

    It ate at you the way soap operas of an incomprehensible Spanish did.

    When winter rolled around, draining blue out of the sky

    We colored sunless afternoons munching on chicken stew

    too overdone to be sweet, but still gave us toothache that

    wormed seeds into corrupted talk shows.

    We stopped eating in January.

    You left strawberry pies at the steps of my eyes

    I left them to the indistinctive chatter

    some woman hollered from the depth of my kitchen television.