Knock at the door means pizza is here,
and for once the delivery boy is cute.
I consider slipping my wedding ring into my left pocket before
reaching towards him
It was only a quick look at the bottom of the stairwell.
His fly unzipped,
our breath loud in the cement corridor
I rode three extra stops just to see if he would bring me home
but I don't think he noticed.
By the time I walked back to our place
you had dinner made.
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