Soft Music In the Morning

SOFT MUSIC IN THE MORNING They had made love were wet and sticky like rutting animals with a powerful odor that filled up the room like pungent plants in a tropical swamp, touched every inch of fabric and skin, rode warm evening breeze through the living room window, across the small wrought-iron balcony to the houses nearby Early the next morning they did it again, then deciding to shop but refusing to shower, covered damp odor with cloth and cologne and went to the market as if carrying a secret in the pale, golden light of an early sunrise But everyone knew! They were plump and too happy, their deep satisfaction written on their faces like the indelible masks of the neighborhood raccoons Soft music in the morning: this middle-age couple, up and down the aisles, gathering breakfast, looking…. like they smelled of love Emanuel Carter