It's always right when it's
wrong as in we
love but don't call it that.
And I kiss you back,
flip spatulas in frying pans
on hungry days,
roll stiff thumbs into your back
on a week's end. I
wake up to you
every morning, you
staring into my eyes
as if you want to say it;
you want to ask
if I will be your girlfriend.
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