of her popcorn.
how warm and fluffy it is
coming
out of the air popper,
drizzled
with butter,
and sprinkled with salt.
she carries the enormous
bowl in like a fine
Michelin waiter
on the palm
of her hand.
i can almost hear music
playing,
trumpets sounding,
angels singing.
it's an event before
the show
begins.
no paper, but with
monogrammed
linen napkins.
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