lately

i’ve been craving

that moment

when it’s dark outside

but her face is shadow-lit

from the microwave

spinning vegan chicken nuggets

and what was fun

is starting to bend

around that corner

into sleepiness

and a vague ringing

in our ears

and she sits on the counter

with her hands braced

just beside her knees

so she can lean forward

just enough

and i can feel

her smile

through my lips

before we say

good night

    a poem every sunday

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