Hand me the map, you say as you reach
for the glove compartment.

and we take a detour home.

                                               And because
I am too slow for your patience, you push
my palm back.

                              What you don’t know:
I will break our engagement.

                                               How you left
your dating profile logged on
before bed,

                       as if to tell me the moon
we slept under was a sand dollar
hanging by a thread.


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