Azure Life

The azure sky was blazing when we got hitched. You, my blue-eyed boy and me, your azure-

tongued woman. Liquid with love and mischief our middle name. You wanted me because I

had so many ideas about how to hang with butterscotch people. We made love in the park

before any of them woke up. Bunkum, you said, you are full of trouble, you are a crazy con

artist, you said, kissing me on my plush mouth. This was all I needed to hear of course, and

what I already knew, and how I grinned from ear to ear, money blossoming in my kisses,

money tumbling from your unsinkable smile. Those days your body was my boat, how it

sailed us around and around until we nearly sank. This was not only about being young, it

was about how the money rolled easily back then like the waves of the Bay, our fat dog

slipping into the water between us in the cold morning fog, the three of us mimicking a

family.