she never wants dessert, ever.
she shakes her head, and says no
to the waiter, no not me.
i'm fine. please, but you
go right ahead. she pushes
back from the table
as if a radioactive isotope
had just been offered to her.
making a face, squinting
her eyes,
but it doesn't stop her
from eating half of mine
when it arrives, taking
a fork and diving in.
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