Broccoli |
He was a vegetable scholar. She, an Italian head of broccoli. When he told her the Latin derivation of broccoli means arm, she sighed, having heard it before. Misreading her sigh as admiration, the vegetable scholar reached for her body. His hands withdrew immediately, for she was all head. Something he should have known. She sighed to herself at having never flowered. Misreading it again, he put a pot to boil. They waited together in awkward silence, he watching the pot. He slipped her in without a splash. She sighed like a lobster. |
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