PB and J

She uses meals

as a marker of

time, because

if it wasn’t for the

PB and J cut

diagonally she

wouldn’t know

or care what time

it was.

And as she ran

her finger along

the crust scooping

off the oozing

grape jelly, a

loneliness seeped

that not even the

sweetness of

her finger could

cure.

Bite.

Crumbs.

Bite.

An empty plate,

a full stomach,

and a mysteriously

hungry girl.

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