after being
with you,
i'm hungry
for a sandwich.
not a girl
sandwich without
meat, not two
slices of
white bread
with thinly sliced
cucumbers. no.
how about a
pile of steaming
hot pastrami on
rye, a burst
of mustard, a
pickle on the
side. cut it in
half so that i
can get my mouth
around it. you'll
know when i'm
done. you'll
hear the sigh.
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