WHAT WE NEED
Hali F. Sofala
is a resurrection
of culinary delectables.
wagon wheel coffee tables and wood paneled dens.
What we need is three-martini lunch hours
& checkered tablecloths speckled in wax
tipsy afternoons where no one goes home after 6 o’clock.
I mean, we need butter molds.
Pineapple shaped butter molds
that leave our fingers slick,
shiny as turtle wax.
Our homes need nothing-special
and beneath them champagne towers brimming with
the cheap stuff.
out the boxed wine, the solo cups. Grab
your girl by her waist and slow dance
as the table floods.
Imagine fruit hats laced with bananas for breakfast
the scent of lemons in her hair.
it’s time to bring out the punch bowl and toss out the coke cans.
Order a malted & ask
for two straws.
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