Sunday, September 22, 2019

before it melts

take this with you, she says,
at the door
as you pack up to leave.

a slice of apple pie, still warm
from her oven.

the potato, the steak, in halves.
oh,
and the ice cream too.
rush home
so that it doesn't melt.

then she blows a kiss out the window.

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