She works in a sandwich shop
splitting loaves of bread
stacking them with meat
for the construction crew
across the street.
They come in ravenous
and raucous.
One of them arrives alone,
is kind and nice.
He eats and waves good-bye.
He's had his fill, Sarah thinks.
Why should he stay?
She takes him home one night,
splits her legs and afterwards
he kisses her and says
see you at the shop, Hon,
and waves good-bye.
He’s had his fill, Sarah thinks.
Why won't he stay?
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