I walk into the bakery next door
To my apartment. They are about
To pull some sort of toast with cheese
From the oven. When I ask:
What’s that smell? I am being
A poet. I am asking
What everyone else in the shop
Wanted to ask, but somehow couldn’t.
I am speaking on behalf of two other
Customers who wanted to buy the
Name of it. I ask the woman
Behind the counter for a percentage
Of her sales. Am I flirting?
Am I happy because the days
Are longer? Here’s what
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