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A Double-Invasion (I loved you like that)

opened the fridge door;

olives trembled in their jar


not saying much, I know.


thing is—

I’d opened it a zillion times

and never really noticed:


sleek round floaters

unperturbed in their green olive skin, unblemished

motivated little bodies swimming along in a glass house


those olives

hadn’t tasted that great the last time

but I leave them, sitting


(mighty is she

who justifies the invasion

of murky waters, so


and mightier still who lurks to taste.)


all this, my love

just to tell you—


I loved you as though we were that:

the mating of olive and almond

I loved you as though it was that:

the chucking of pit for a nut.

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