can I thread
a golden cord
between our centers?
From my fevered
inside the stone arteries
of the Labyrinth
put my fingers to my mouth
and swallow maps
I'm pregnant (Metonic Drabble 04)The debate between yellow mustard and deli mustard was something Sonic never understood. Why bother with either? There was only one thing that belonged on a hot dog, and it wasn't any kind of mustard.
Well, maybe there were two things.
"Tails, can you pass the cheese?" Sonic asked. He squinted. The sun was in his eyes again, so he reached up, adjusted the umbrella over their picnic table, then leaned back in his chair, kicking his legs onto the table.
Tails pressed his fingers to his forehead, but handed Sonic the cheese anyway. "Do you really need to put your feet on the table? While we're eating?"
Sonic sprinkled the cheese on his chili dog then took a bite.
"'Course I do," Sonic said, chewing. He swallowed. "Hey, you know when Mets is supposed to get here?"
Tails shrugged. "He's your boyfriend. How should I know?"
"I think he's late. Which is weird. He's usually freakishly precise about these things," Sonic said.
"Isn't that him now?" Tails said.
Sonic turned. Sure enough, Metal was