Vanilla

Third dates smell like red wine under the guise of
coffee

Third dates taste like the memory of cherry chapstick
or maybe vanilla

Third dates sound like the low grumble of stomachs
of the lone car down your street
of sl

– o –

wly

roast
-ing
morn
-ing
coffee

Third dates look like –
you look like Heaven

Third dates are like that one time
at curtain call
we forgot to leave the
ghost light
on and god forbid no one say his name

 “Macbeth”

Third dates are like a frustrated car door, hands at 10 and 2, steering wheel cold

Your light turns off
Your house is dark

It was vanilla

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