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ADONIS

We met once

two towns over

for breakfast. A diner. Butter

sunk in the muffins. Two plates

of bacon. There was snow

stuck to the windows, a waitress

in blue pulling at her stocking.

We sat on the same side

in a booth and I held your hand so tight.

How strange to have you

out in the world. Coffee. Syrup.

the way you liked your eggs

gutted on toast.

What, you said, your mouth full,

I kept touching

your face. You brought it closer

to mine, looked in my eyes. There was some

promise there. Some bargain. A roach

on the floor. Just let me look at you.

The check came. We left

in separate cars.