Wednesday, September 9, 2020

Two.

2

I first met my wife in my early twenties
while putting myself through college 
and working part time in a grocery store.
She came through my checkout line 
and bought a jar of custard 
baby food to eat on break. 
She opened the jar and sat down 
beside me on the windowsill eating 
her custard and whey giggling.
She smiled and I melted. 
Now she goes to parties unmasked
refuses to worry when it contravenes 
her freedoms and I have no 
control over my life.

Markle
09Sept2020

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