with filthy bliss shuffling them back and forth hate and love went out together for chinese skies and darkness served on a platter sides of shrimp and shit in a jealous rage over the self indulgent value of chopsticks hate stabbed love through the heart with a butter knife then knelt before her with illustrious contempt weeping quietly in agony love sustained the wound and with blood dripping on the egg drop soup she held out her hand to hate and sighed