she came around
the foil was already
on the floor
the apartment
I cleaned
I scrubbed
the sinks
and tub
dishes I spooled
fell away
into evening chaos:
corndogs
and sloppy joes
earlier
I would have offered
lunch
apple beer
and together
we could dirty
a kitchen
mealtime coquette
warm hands
held over the stove
wait for the baguette
don’t bother
the dishes
in the sink
share an omelet
one plate
one utensil
if she doesn’t mind
but she did
show up
hours later
hours too late
and I started
to worry
dropped the foil
getting hungry
Poetry OR Poem
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