too friendly, too nice,
too anxious to please
with his
water jug,
his pepper shaker.
his new knife that
replaces the one
i dropped
to the floor.
he's there,
he's on top of things.
asking
how everything
is while i try to chew
a cut of meat.
we know his name,
the school
he went to.
we know his favorite
meal
and dessert,
the exact same one
we ordered.
we may bring him home
and call him
ours.
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