Rainy Day HH

Brown amber bites –

slip and slide down

my throat. I fork up

melty cheese and

crisp potato bits

remembering –

foggy windows,

sticky corner booths,

the fizz of bubbles

paired with the slime

of slick gray oysters.

And sing alongs against

salty rims, words on a

yellow race across the screen.

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