you have
coconut cake
icing on your face,
but she says
nothing.
all night you
sit there
with a glob
of white
fluffy icing
attached to
your cheek.
you see it when
you get home
and look in
the mirror.
this makes you
smile,
as does the tissue
paper that
was stuck to her
heel
as you walked
about, at arms
length, to
her car.
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