for the trip
into town
for the Halloween
celebration.
she's a plate of eggs,
sunny side up.
he's bacon.
two strips in a pan.
he looks at her as
he slides into
his tight outfit,
she's bending over
trying to snap
the buttons
on her egg costume.
it was fun
thirty Halloweens ago,
but now
not so much.
he's no longer in love
with eggs,
she's no longer in love
with bacon.
he thinks of French toast,
she thinks
of hash browns.
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