milk

last night a beautiful young native man was pursuing me. he wooed me with cigarettes and compliments. "young mothers are invaluable, sexy, alluring," he told me. "your body is shining and soft." he showed me an article he was writing, about veganism and the environment.

Rice milk won't solve the world's problems. Indeed, the world would have to break down the industry that already exists, and rebuild and further destroy more wild land to create and maintain the flood plains of giant rice paddies. The paradigm we should be working towards is that of an entirely milk-less society, whether that milk be from cows, goats, rats, soy beans, or rice. once we wean, we need only water as a beverage. All other liquids are food. Chew your milk.

i wanted to fuck him. his face was clear, smooth, the high cheekbones and defined jawline called to me on the basest of levels. he was probably 20, maybe 23. i could feel he wanted me in entirity, not just in body but in soul and mind. i was cruel and played the femme fatale, smoking his cigarettes, highlighting his ideas in my own words, mirroring his enthusiasm for our beach-swept surroundings.

he finally tired of my inability to commit to anything beyond petting, and left, moping, with one of his friends. i never got his name.

when i woke up this morning, i drank my coffee black.