her coming up the street
with
a sheet cake
in her hands.
i get out the milk.
two glasses,
two forks
and a plate.
it used
to be martinis all
night
and music.
and now it's lemon
cake,
with a scoop of vanilla
ice cream.
but yes,
we were wild once.
we were young and
crazy
and we danced
and made
love
long into the night.
now here's the knife,
you cut.
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