plucking my eyebrows
he likes me
he likes me not
chocolate fondue for two—
double-dipping
the banana
their candy hearts—
I swallow more
sweet nothings
a single boa feather
floats in the coffee—
the morning after
fallen petals—
how he used to
call me pretty
threadbare—
my heart no longer
on my sleeve
Valentine’s Day—
without a word
he takes out the trash
anniversary dinner—
the harvest moon
in the ladle