Lunch with a former lover

from over forty years ago


He is balding, white-haired,

nervous, arriving early


After complaining about traffic

from Princeton, he asks


where I'd like to eat

with a quick mention


that the restaurant I chose


months ago when he needed help

and I was barely widowed


cost too much


probably because I had two

Bloody Marys with extra olives


and he said order whatever you want,


me, in trembling black heels

and black dress, believed him.

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