One Friday night
You sat across from me.
Counting your change.
Unfurling old and new
bills
gathering them
Into neat stacks.
Brows furrowed.
You ordered these bacon-and-cheese wraps
For both of us
Which we agreed
Tasted like salt.
Salt and texture.
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 6:49 PM UTC
One Friday night
You sat across from me.
Counting your change.
Unfurling old and new
bills
gathering them
Into neat stacks.
Brows furrowed.
You ordered these bacon-and-cheese wraps
For both of us
Which we agreed
Tasted like salt.
Salt and texture.
