Today’s Vaginal Discharge Reading: Cloudy With a Chance of Quid Pro Quo

It begins the way it always begins

Mid-reach for something

Mid-thought for something else entirely

A slow tide turns, She stirs

Is this — rapture?

Brewed in secret for hours, maybe days

This time, noon in the gummy aisle of ‘Osco

The vaj, always punctual, never asking permission

It's time, I must go to receive my gift.

Lavatory door closed,

The investigation begins

The evidence, arranged auspiciously

What a delight

What magnificent stock!

Only this potpourri could rise from that mysterious swamp

A foggy cluster traces the periphery,

Pearly light invading the lush damp

Nay, it can’t be!

Citizens, gather for council

Bring out the instruments! Adjust the barometer! Someone cross-reference the manifest!

The oracle keeps her own records

She always has

Ah, the art of noticing.

I play sommelier

I breathe in the terroir

Notes of iron, sweat, and microfiche, circa 1997

Then —

A gasp above — curiosity

A gasp below — recognition

I set down my instruments

The barometer holds its breath

What has been held in the dark

Comes now into the light

Prognosis:

Bill Gates was aware of Epstein’s criminal history