The stereo turned to full volume,
a man and a woman plastered
on a pixilated screen,
sitting, drinking, dancing, kissing, leaving.
Their hats clutched to their heads
as man made wind wraps
their hair about their faces.
Lovers sworn to write letters,
promised with a kiss to never
stumble into the open
arms of another.
Yet they lie.
On the couch beside me,
a velvet box shaped into what
pumps blood throughout the body.
I shove an overstuffed chocolate
into my mouth letting
the monochromatic couple betray
and woo and fight.
As I reach for another sweet
the nerves in my teeth cry out.
On screen the woman cups
her face in her hands.
The man is walking away.
I swish water through my mouth,
ridding my teeth of the pain
caused by chocolate.
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