He took me to Java
We had cake.
I wondered if the fact that neither of us could finish our slices was indicative of a relationship
dwindling
that we now had to take away.
The waitress eyed us, egging us on to LEAVE ALREADY BECAUSE I HAVEN'T HAD SEX IN 4 WEEKS DAMNIT AND MICHAEL IS COMING OVER
She took the pieces of my cake
And I wondered
If they were my soul
In a little white box
With a horny, irritable pallbearer.
tSN
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