making
a grid pattern on her scrambled
eggs
using a bottle
of ketchup, which ran
out, so she asked
the waiter
for another bottle.
she looked at me
and said, what?
nothing, i said. nothing
at all.
just watching you.
i like ketchup, she said.
i can see that,
i told her.
did this end our relationship,
no, not right away,
but in the end
it didn't help.
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