the big break up,
i ask her if it's okay that we
be friends,
friends with
benefits, maybe.
i still have
the scar
on my forehead where
she hit
me with a hot skillet
full of pancakes.
after i wake
up on the kitchen floor,
she says she's
sorry,
really really sorry,
and agrees to my suggestion,
saying how about
Tuesdays.
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