pinned to her kitchen's corkboard:
her poem I got in print
and a note from her ex-husband
that accompanied a birthday cake
which I was too stubborn to share.
There were three Chinese cookie fortunes, too--
something else I collect
but I was too jealous
to read them.
We slept soundly
even though her dog
kept tossing in her sleep.
I left before she woke
with the sun angled low
and always in my eyes.
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