I held her close, and though she wanted to struggle she melted into my embrace. This is not poverty, I whispered. We both knew I was a liar.
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Once, we were an annoyingly happy couple. Car commercial happy. But soon we were running on fumes. Especially after eating her famous beans.
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And then I felt a warmth in my pants, and then I smelled smoke, and then I was dancing the dance of the condemned, and then she walked away.
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I said, I don’t know, and then she started breaking things and threatening injury and I said relax and she said, I asked you if you loved me.
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I fell for her in a painful manner. You’re about to make an awful decision, she predicted. I love you enough to ruin our families, I replied.
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He lures her with a promise she knows he can’t keep. But the promise itself shows an ambition she knows she lacks. Besides, she loves cheese.
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You move the earth, I tell her, trying to be poetic, more romantic, and then we feel an earthquake, both of us do, so now I’m afraid of her.
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It’s too early in the season for flip flops, he says, throwing a sock in anger. We just became a couple, she beams. And he studies his toes.
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We stare at the salami, its fat glistening in the day’s last light like shards of crystal. You take it, I tell her, stepping out of my pants.
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They argued about the day of the week. We’re incompatible, he sighed. And she kissed him. I think it’s the opposite, she said, towelling off.
