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A Singular Repast

We are to each other now
many decades later
what we were the day
 
we got married, a couple
at the kitchen table on
a summer night—she
 
a slice of watermelon,
corners touching the ceiling,
covering my face in juice
 
and I the corn she butters
before she devours it.
We eat as fast as we can.
 
Donal Mahoney

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