12.22.2004

today is a great day in the life and times of this techie_human_being
1. My mom is ok and was released from the hospital, a tummy ache of some kind, reflux thingy,
just like me.
2. My pieces arrived at the new musuem of new art(mona), Detriot, Michigan in one piece, via snail mail.
3. I mailed the other works, to NYC, I wondered if they have arrived at their destination?


oh well blogger, time to go today:
all is well

jl

12.19.2004

11:30 in the morning
lei’re il mio cibo di conforto
to: you know who you are

you’re my comfort food
I am your sweet potato pie

lei’re il mio cibo di conforto sono
la sua torta di patata dolce

dolce
dolce
laid down sugar maple syrup
baked with my ribs
your fingers played
up and down
my spine
my comfort food
to sit at your table
is too know you
to not have you
is too be in hell
there is no archangel
who I can compare to you
my dolce devil
God has given us a feast
we are to consume it
there is no one in my reach
who can compare with you

you’re my comfort food
I am your sweet potato pie

lei’re il mio cibo di conforto sono
la sua torta di patata dolce

we say grace
then devour
each other

you’re my comfort food
I am your sweet potato pie

dolce
dolce


Josephine Lipuma
all rights reserved 2004
Where on earth is the cure for misplaced love?
Does anyone know the cure?
Or is it just illusion?

wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh:
sick of it

just sick of it!