"She's a difficult pleasure," I said of my ex-wife. I was standing at the front door of her house, talking to her new partner, Sammy, a woman. My ex-wife, Lily, was not there.
We both took in
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Fresh chocolate chip cookies that you didn’t bake
Tulle and Wool and Velvet as your hand grazes bolt after bolt
Garage door clank-sweating to open again
Zingy pineapple juice drizzling down you neck
Streetlights-snow, ashy embers floating
Orange peels curling under fingertips
Ice skates melting through the waxy untouched rink.
Plates of butter-brickle snapping tween your teeth
Yellow mug of chocolate, steam expanding your soul
An unlit candle’s wick
Thick copper ring reflecting green-gold eyes
Black waves of hair gently sift through a tight-knit comb
Cursive wrapping your name into a bow
Little things worth living for
Tulle and Wool and Velvet as your hand grazes bolt after bolt
Garage door clank-sweating to open again
Zingy pineapple juice drizzling down you neck
Streetlights-snow, ashy embers floating
Orange peels curling under fingertips
Ice skates melting through the waxy untouched rink.
Plates of butter-brickle snapping tween your teeth
Yellow mug of chocolate, steam expanding your soul
An unlit candle’s wick
Thick copper ring reflecting green-gold eyes
Black waves of hair gently sift through a tight-knit comb
Cursive wrapping your name into a bow
Little things worth living for
