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By poyen_fpy Date: 2003 Nov 02 Comment on this Work [[2003.11.02.02.30.6779]] |
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you sit across me; that laugh, that voice, that smile, those eyes, so sweetly familiar I could barely keep my eyes on the food, as though i only have appetite for a minute or two with you. it's been long and you look nice in red spaghetti straps. whatever happened to the baby tees? you look prettier than last and i'm tongue-tied, though you don't notice, forking shrimp paste i'm allergic to. i'm at a loss for words; you talk about work, about you, about him, her about them; while i wait for you to talk about us. then you laugh at the joke of that person sitting next to you, you feed each other shrimp paste. what was i thinking saying yes, tagging along, sitting there across you and my replacement. |