Crazy, sexy, cool

Crazy. In the sense that it was not anticipated.
Crazy as a white rabbit out of a fuel tank.
As Lucien Freud, as Macunaima, as Charlie.
Artistic crazy. There has to be Art in it.

Sexy. In the sense of being of unpredictable intensity,
of being of unbounded promise. Like a sexy smile.
May end up in coffee or in the most lustful night.
May end up in more.
Like the wheel.

Sexy as Naomi and as the Wheel.

Cool. In the sense that it is graceful,
to the point that the outcome does not matter that much.
Cool. No smelly sweat. No screechy sounds.
The athlete right out of the shower.
Cool as a bugless green apple.

The recipe admits some nuances. Not many.
No craziness? Empathy could work.
Or phobia. Or dependence.
Never solidarity. Never true love.

Short of sexy? Then stubborness, obsession...
Destiny! Patronymics!
Anything that makes it last beyond belief!

And if it isn't cool, then make it clean.
And always, always please your mother.

Always cut the vegetables the way they want to be cut.