of flowers at the trader joe
store.
they have
such nice flowers.
the clerk,
all of eighteen, winks
at me.
he sees the wine,
the candles.
the coconut oil
and oysters.
he can't control his smile.
uh huh.
he says.
i smell what you're cooking
tonight.
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