Apr 13, 2010 | Post by: Devon Knight No Comments

Biscotto

This cookie,
Was shared
With a girl named Federica
On a brisk weekday morning
In Milan.

I cannot divulge the contents of that encounter,
Suffice it to say
She scribbled her details onto this napkin
And gallivanted back toward Dolce & Gabbana
On the Corso Venezia.

I embarked on a conversation
With the biscotto at our table.
And I still recall her laugh
As she sauntered away.

An anonymous confection, at a quaint bake shoppe in Milan.
Milan, Italy. 8:24 am – DK

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  • A NOTE ON IMPLODE

    With regard to <em>Implode</em>, certain details, locations, occurences, et al. may not resonate along your cerebral palate if read out of context. For this reason, it is recommended following the episodes in chronological order, as they appear, which requires a bit of time travel.

    The first experience occurs in January 2010 with <a href="http://vaionyva.com/2010/01/implode-the-birth-of-max-mulberry/">The Birth of Max Mulberry</a>.

    Thank you.
    Grazie.
    Merci.

    For allowing me to be apart of you,
    If only for a moment.

    - DK