cabbage coda
beak
(themes for the future)
i was cooking cabbage in ashram monrovia
for captain america
and me
he was opening his soul as scent
activated molecular memorial sensors
this reminds
me, he said, of situation
code break
adamant leak ―
we had cabbage
for lunch and children
playing corrida
six of them
against a toreador who hadn't killed yet
he had to kill
them all to become a
matador
that's a big
deal, said
i, what happened then?
he killed them
all,
replied
he
for real?
asked i
yeah, no
screwing around, we got
ourselves a
matador
i added some
ground paprika and
seasoning
so,
what's with “situation”? i saw pain
in his eye
situation was
desperate
we were
compromised
it was in
benghasi everything burnt
no science
grid, jamming all over the place
communications
scrambled eggs
i added soy sauce,
this should taste!
i had my doubts
man made river
was spewing oil
and the
mediterranean was on fire
enemies
everyone firing at us
a printing
shop, organic food dealership
shot me in the
face
i had to cover
my but and run
little angry
insulted people chasing me
i
looked at him, he was cool
smiling,
resigned
this
is the kind of soldier one has to like
the
drama increased when boeing
fell on us
it
was an atentát
attempt
but
its robotics were jammed too
that's
why they call it Jam War,
blundered i
the
pulsating invisible magnetics won the war
where
was you? he asked
i
entered my avatar when thundercloud
swallowed
europa
so
you died, paused he
i
didn't like the color of rain
i
replied