next to the salt ,the odd grain peppering the paper
a note from my lover, underlined at every word
'the honeymoon is over; I WANT IT DONE!!'
and under the note, four hundred dollars;
I sit, peel an orange, consume his words
nipples pricked in anger and aching
as I swallow my nausea,
thinking of something small.
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