"Tell me what you love most and then what you hate most!" he exclaimed 

as he continued to pursue a role he had been offered too many times previously 

to play

I told him there was no difference in what I love and I hate. Too often the things that don't let me sleep seem also to pleasure my plate. 

I whispered to Clara under the bubbly Brut 

For she knew our most fluent exchanges always took place on mute 

The shake of her hand beating with the tick of her toe

Now she's the only apparent fool for letting it go.

;)

-C.C.