Tinder date

sets down a tray
two drinks.

I think:
Dissolve me like sugar
in your cracked ceramic mug
stir me like we’re already past this part
and drink me despite bitterness,
(look I still keep the grounds left over from when I was
cut down to make this thing sitting here,
also sorry I'm not Brazilian)
despite biting and burnt around the edges.
But I do not say--

You sip.
Eyebrows tense over steam.
And maybe there is--
You shrug before leaving
a dollar fifty and me.

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