Pizza Night
Oumar Bela Sidibe
(A date with Theodora. I don’t want an expensive ring,
She’s a sweet.
their fingers in braids of sweats of glue, blues––––Bl
Sometimes they kiss, his lips athirst of each.
Once they walked to see the Fremont-troll under the
his boiled spaghetti fat nose and gloss wavy hair
They stroll in Trader Joe’s,
for a red bell-pepper, basil, a dough of plain pizza, t
A pinch of black pepper, F***, the garlic is first.
It must be first.
It must be dipped in oils––olives.
The tomatoes must be glazed in dipped-oils––garlic.
When she frictions the Oregano in her palms like a w
she does it–––It tastes the same when he does it.
Then the unique blends of sun-kissed leaves
Goes in and sweets and sours the soup
Soon, he said—she understood.