Tables full inside
you sit out of the rain on the porch
talk of her new boyfriend
changes in her meds
and the stomach distress this causes
Half-grossed out, half-listening
you watch street lights
blink on and off behind her
as they try to decide
if it is dark or light
Coffee cup is empty
the meter is out of time
you tell her you must leave
and get wet walking to the car
because you forgot the black umbrella
2-19-20
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