sneak attack, he says.
but we always call ahead, in case.
invade their house and make breakfast,
what family could refuse?
last sunday it was bacon cooked
chopped and mixed into pancake batter.
a reserve syrup broken open.
this weekend, crepe picnic
savory and sweet of goat cheese and nutella
on the back lawn, with baby
and so much little food.
a swing in a tree,
warm air, a guitar
and all of our voices blending together.
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