Painters and photographers Bury them whiter in winter snows. Glisten them orange in evening suns. Oh, how I could love you in one of these. The Whispering Lobster The Meandering Lobster and finally The Gossiping Lobster. We detect a theme.
Specials are lobster bisque with hint of garlic and lobster bake with hint of garlic.
We order cannoli for dessert. I don't though I have memorized the small ridge on your lower lip where your teeth rest each time you close your mouth to wait for my response or consider the plausibility of a story I've just told you or contemplate kissing me in my car in the middle of the afternoon when we should both be anywhere but parked behind this empty factory wanting to kiss. Go to Top of Page These Photos Everywhere my mother is a young woman. Waist draped in an apron she props herself on the kitchen sink studies art history while dinner warms in the oven. Outside, she is happy, too, pulls flowers from the garden reads Proust on the chaise lounge long into the afternoons.