arepas

I think of you when I’m eating arepas

I’ve done that a lot this spring

More than I’ve done in the past at least

Before that frigid January eve

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That day we got pollo arepas

After spending the day tripping on shrooms

In an apartment above Rumbamba

I got one arepa, you got two

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I still haven’t been to that food truck by Murray

The one run by the husband and wife?

Their arepas are better than the one’s from Rubamba

Apparently, and cheaper too

—

But walking to Murray for an arepa

Would mean a chance of glimpsing you

How embarrassing

To assume inconvenience

To feel at best

A lurch, and then confusion.

—

Sometimes I think

I will shake you soon.

Sometimes I think I have,

then sometimes I’m sure I do –

Care about somebody else,

get excited about texting someone,

else.

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Even though I still order arepas.

Even though I know they’re your go-to

At least at Rubamba

When you’re ordering on Snackpass

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I wonder if anything of me

has stuck with you.