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  • We three mirroring graces
    laced in gold-plated verse
    of LLC versus DIY
    and DOH versus LAX.

    Matching strides and pacing lore
    I taxied from the south, she from the west
    and the blonde buzzed us up to floor two.
    Two reds on the cutting board
    Two whites on the swinging door
    Suburban expats in need of
    millennial contemporaries
    and dinner party therapy.

    What we hide in hopes of happenings
    we place in these cupboards
    and make three keys.
    Concealed start-up capital,
    newly minted art and family trees.

    Uncertainty now uncorked
    And, again, there's a queue to toast
    A string of words like incite and intent and satisfy,
    and husband and beau and suitor by trade.

    Our salsa-smeared tilapia is still steaming
    when the doorbell hoots
    Come writer, come stylist, come waitress and waiter
    and frenchmen, of course.

    Unravel and dance and open the windows
    Warm this winded new york night with our
    whetted, storied breath.
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