i hardly set the story straight; like parsley placed upon a plate to garnish or admonish any stain left by dishonesty. "But Darling, if you follow me past dawn, we'll darn this quilt with yarns of silk to warm our frozen legs and charm each shard of ice away." Each strand of words a sentence blurred by senseless lapses of distraction. Roots worming throughout the soil, oily bodies burrowing. A furrowed brow, a worried action working toward self-satisfaction scurries through this interaction. Fools must surely use this rationale. I finally set this story straight. Yes, vinegar invented her, fermented past its potent state. She came to me, she sang for me. And left a stain upon my plate to garnish or admonish all attempts to reach for decency, she lied to me. she lied to me.