"so, what about it?" you said
I opened my mouth to speak,
and as I did so, out came white sand
you looked at me in surprise
and I tell you, I was not
we were in the middle of a dessert
of course the only thing I could spit was sand
as from a caribbean beach
though there were no palmtrees in the kitchen that evening,
though some day it could be
I swallowed and, trying to look normal
(you can imagine it was difficult here, I mean, with all the sand on the plates...) I reopened my mouth
at that moment I knew we would have been better of in a dessert
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