Salvaged bits of shriveled grape tomato for breakfast burritos.
Cooked too much rice so they were tacos instead – the tortilla
was kind of over-crispy anyway. Your diligent appreciation of
hot sauce slipping out in casual coos. Mishaps steam off a plate
of small joys. Draped over each other and not particularly
excited about the prospect of being real humans, we let
Netflix run until it asked us “Are you still there?” Ran up
the electric bill a buck or two sleeping. Drove you to class
in a jacket and boxers, went back to bed and dreamt about
prehistoric art museums.