The fish were fresh and the phone rang in an unreconciled notion.
She answered and it was him.
She wanted to talk to him but, had resisted for reasons that were strained and pulled.
He asked her to meet him. Why was it always coffee?
Like it was some secret code for this thing that haunted her.
This thing that reached into her heart with passionate fate
The thing of hot red jello chili sauce that became her picante soul.
Have a fateful Friday!
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