where are you from,
she asks
setting out two cups of tea
at the table.
come sit, sit down
and take a break,
sit here, next to me.
I made these, she says,
and pushes a plate
of muffins
towards you.
you have an accent, but
I can't tell where it's
from.
where? she says, stirring
nothing in
her tea.
from here, you say.
most of my life has been
around here.
no, she says. I don't think
so.
you're from somewhere
else.
new York perhaps,
sugar? cream?
please eat.
my husband was from there.
have I told you that?
we met
on the subway. have
I told you this story?
I know you have to get back
to work, but
listen, hear me out.
drink your tea.
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