For Miss Mary by Allison M. Sherer
You sit there with half open
more than half the day eyes
swiping by today and tomorrow
You smile as I buy
chocolate chip banana bread, craving
the richness in my hand.
Why is it that I can
lick the sticky sweetness
off my fingers and you are confined
to only tasting the
lingering overbearance of
Chanel Number 5?
Can't you
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