Monday, February 13, 2006

13/365 Ramberto

His daily noon backgammon game is strewn with crumbs and bilingual expletives, opponent abuse being part of the strategy. His mother’s flan is a poem, and he is our supplier. He glides on a dance floor—if I were Dominican, would my hips be free?


Blogger Deloney said...

I remember this one and I don't know why I didn't comment on it. Love the last line.

June 03, 2006 7:00 AM  

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