she likes
mustard.
spicy brown,
or tingly yellow.
squeezed fast
and
straight from
a bottle
or lathered
on with a broad
knife
dipped into
a squat plum
jar. onto
bread and potatoes
it goes.
meat.
she's a mustard
kind of
girl. not like
the others
and their
predictable
ketchup bottles
slow
on the pour
with
the tap tap tap.
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