Waffle House

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I didn't expect to find love

in a Waffle House

But there she was, with

eyes that smiled, all

covered in grease

as beautiful and bold

as the coffee she pored

into the open mug

... of the man three booths down

from me,

damn, if only

I had sat there

then she would be asking me

how I wanted it.

you know how I want it?

I want it scattered, yet

somehow whole,

Honey, I want it smothered, 

and covered, topped and chunked,

sticky with syrup just

pour it all on,

give me that sugar,

don't hold back,

i am your neighbor.

Baby, I want it 

smacked—I mean, capped,

give it to me

peppered and diced, 

everything nice,

which is just to say

That I want. it. all.

Damn, if only I had sat there.

Instead, I told all this to Harold.

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