Six Paces

He sat at the opposite end of the bench
Sighing into his wonderbread faire
Some crumbs and mustard affixing
The corners of his mouth turned up slightly

What?

It’s nothing, your tag is out of place

I smile
Knowing the banana sticker on my forehead
Is a welcome distraction
From the space between us

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