to travel without black
licorice.
she opens her purse
and shows
me the hardened
bag
of black rubbery candy.
i need it,
she says.
like fish need water,
like birds
need wings,
like, like....oh never
mind,
i can't think of any
other things.
care for a piece?
no thanks i tell her
then hand her a napkin
to wipe
her teeth.
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