I wanted to be on his jock. But I knew he wouldn't settle for a single Mama. Especially, not one like me. And my uniform of crop tops and sweats. With my Wutang baseball cap, always covering two plaits. See how I did that? Tom boyish. The fuller I got on the weekends, made me one of the bros. Not because I'm that cringe or ugly. Just single as a "pringle". Loud and proud to have no n*gga. But he hit different. Defying my tough walls. Saturated. Anticipating the flood.
I'm his weakest link. He tries to act unaware. My booty bounces to the beat of his heart. My kids could never know. I'd never survive. Being a social media couple? Fake pics and staged kisses? Photoshoots and travel on a promo dime? Relax delulu. I'm really the team lead for a bunch of food techs. We assist the urban scape. He is the supervisor of a start up that caters to our professional needs.
My squad was based in traceability. Concentrated in upcycling. His group was into data collection. Helping us process research. His butter pecan skin had my tongue out in stories. Silly he calls me. I was leaning to rock him. He thought I was joking. Until the night he saved my life.
Exotic essences from beyond the ice walls. Fascinated politicians, CEO's, chefs and cons. Looking to seduce the masses with mystical and once forbidden flavors. My crew bore witness from the jungles of mysteries to plates and medicines. He lugged devices being fed info constantly.
Working with the Republic has its perks. Me and the kiddos had bid and won out lavish. When on assignment, they were always close and homeschooled permanently.
Floating through the ice wall entrance. From frozen to flora. Logistics led by scientists from all fields, climbed off this ufo-esque vessel. Us food techies were stunned. From enormous vegetation to fuzzy fruits with potent tang and sweetness. The herbs held deep notes that could cure. Through becoming teas.
I didn't feel right. Staying at ruins turned into a luxury boutique hotel. Fluffed robes and cocktails, after hiking over uncharted terrain. Resurrecting gardens alongside no name farm aids.
The birds called out strangely. Vines swayed. Needing no breeze. Storms lasted seconds. Tank-ish vehicles brought us back at night. Rain tornadoes wailed. Pulling us out of sleep. I wanted to be back on the mainland. I shouldn't have contracted this gig.
This seems like a b-film plot. I myself felt unstable. All so that that a meal prep biz could feel avant-garde. Or the medical field could have a holistic breakthrough. Not to fall in love. Or lie to the people about how these advances were really made. A wild adventure.
After flips of liberty, our new Congress decided to acknowledge the importance of food tech. The demise of the FDA called promise to healing. The people had spoken. No more fear mongering and propaganda. Unless it entailed lying about what is beyond the ice wall.
Our escapades to capture ingredients for the latest spice. Food had become sexy and alluring. Eating that enhances beauty aspects. As well as strengthening the bodies core.
The fall of the wand that used to be called Hollywood. Made room for food tech to sprout. The people needed a boost of substance. How the planet could be led by hybrid living accessories. Food tech has created new careers that established housing, mobility, wages and wealth for the working class. Through education and training the workforce seems new and bold. By producing more ethical strategies. Processing and urban agriculture had changed food tech into the most innovative hub.
Back to being girly with a boyish charm. No disrespect. Not gay. But grunge. Stuck at lady boss with a bat. He is elegant and a bit rugged. I didn't want to be paired along the crush. Made me vulnerable. When I needed to be intricate. Going beyond the ice wall and back. By his side was enough. I kept all this in my journal. Afraid to open it afterwards. I was ready to get back to the lab. Season some meat. Construct a salad. Package supplements. Not hold ancient secrets. And a one way love affair.
Having been treated like princess potty mouth.
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