There is a man for whom I am in-lovewith such passion and devastation. And in this love is an unrequited lovethat will only ever complete a friend’s demonstration. His smile does not pain mebut rekindles that ever sought platonic joy. His embrace does not degrade mebut rejuvenates an unrequited love I must employ. Fear is …
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Lunch at the “Crepes on Cole”
Solo meal. Chicken and rice soup, warm and to fill a cup. Table by the windows. Out the window eyes. Ham and Cheese sandwich, cut into halves. Toasted wheat bread, red tomato, green lettuce, white mayo, yellow mustard. Plain leafy salad, clear vinaigrette. Roasted red potatoes. Eavesdropping ears. Silverware clinking on dishware. Coffee cups jostle, …
Letters from the Latrine 