It's Monday morning
and we are looking at each other from opposite ends
of our thrifted kitchen table.
Our favorite place,
Together, and eating.
My waffles are soaked in "too much butter" and your coffee is
"eerily black."
Just the way those things ought to be.
Harmonious,
and oh, so simple.
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Bria Lamonica
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I’m Bria and I am a writer/fashionista/corporate girly.
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