excitedly
as we sit for lunch,
she tells me that she metsomeone
famous
once.
a movie
star from the silver screen.
she shows me her hand.
this hand
touched him,
she says.
holding it up for me
to see.
can you believe it,
she says.
meeting him?
me?
i point to a spot of
grape jelly
on her chin,
and reach over to wipe
it.
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