the girl from iowa
that i met in north Carolina
at a beach house
that was owned by
someone who lived in Maryland
used to put ketchup on
her scrambled eggs.
she'd burp and squeeze
the bottle,
pouring the ketchup out
in long lines, then making
a grid back the other way.
I remember staring
at her and saying, you really
like ketchup, don't you?
and her replying yup,
as she dug in, smiling
with her gapped front teeth.
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