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this is how love affairs falter,
whole days pass with only an occasional text from you
did she say something after she dropped me off?
did you change your mind somehow?
the bug bites: souvenirs of a night
that i no longer wish to remember

white strappy sandals on the sidewalk,
the bell rings as i walk in
i know you’ve seen me from behind the counter,
but you make the other girl take my order
as you slip into the back room
only two scoops in the cone this time —
i can’t get out of there fast enough,
tossing the wilting cream into the first trash can i see

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