chinese food
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I always imagined us
in our first apartment together
surrounded by boxes full of our things
waiting to be unpacked
in our home
a candle lit dinner
of chinese takeout
on the floor
Act I
A tap at the door ... ... ...
Oh how your gentle knocking stirs my pelvic floor!
I pause my binging,
And begin unhinging
The door and myself...
Act II
I crossed the street in search of my campus' Panda Express
and a car rightfully yeilded.
As I passed, the car drove closer and slowed
and a young man, though older than myself, poked his head from the back window.
Once I opened a fortune cookie
Inside there was unsurprisingly hidden
A little slip of paper
It read:
“To love and be loved is like feeling the sun from both sides.”
I imagined what that must feel like . . . .
