on her plate,
used her fork to move
things around, she
sipped carefully at the bottled
water,
not a crumb
or spoonful of anything touched
her lips.
she was wary and paranoid
of the meal.
of my intentions.
which were none.
but she inspected the food,
thinking the worst.
that she'd end up in pieces
in
a new jersey swamp or field.
oh well.
left overs for a week, for me.
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