She stood at the sink in the kitchen
and doused their purple passion
for the third time that week
He stood in the dining room
his hands on the shoulders of a chair
watching something outside
She thought of last summer
him at the end of the train platform
watching for her
stretching to see her
She turned over a fuzzy leaf
squirted more poison
Kisses on the platform
lunch at the UN
the 3 o'clock train to his house
She scraped tiny white carcasses off the leaf
She met his eyes as she remembered
how they'd laughed
naked and sweaty
back at his house that day
She set the dripping plant between them
and watched the dead aphids pool in the poison
on the counter
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