she got a job
singing opera
in an Italian
restaurant.
she was loud
and expressive.
waving her arms
about, throwing
herself
into the song.
but the second
you took a bite
of your angel
hair pasta,
there she was,
standing
at your table,
belting out
a shivering note,
making
red sauce
spritz across
your white shirt.
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