morning

dreamless I awake

and think about the past

like I usually do

every day

for the last twenty-five years

FOR EXAMPLE

last night

when I got home

somebody left a burger and some fries

on the kitchen counter

it reminded me of you

because we used to go out for Burgers and Fries

and it was very special

even though I never told you

what it meant to me

despite the fact that we killed a lot of cows

in the process of kissing each other

turning it into a surreal act of passion

it always took my mind elsewhere

for the briefest of seconds

now burgers and fries

don’t taste like Burgers and Fries

(the capital letters matter)

I just don’t eat them

and that is fine

but I do hope

you’ll feel those flavours

one day

I begin the process of wondering

if I should brush my teeth or not

trying to understand if that means

that I’ll never see you

the same way I saw you

at those restaurants

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