To salve something unnamed yet excruciating last Sunday I held onto my hunger after Adult Sunday School long enough to find comfort food at a place named equally comfortingly, “eat.” The server recommended that I add bacon to The Killer Grilled Cheese that comes with a side of Tomato Soup garnished with green herbs and shaved Parmigiana Reggiano.
I surrendered.


So sweet was the memory of that meal that today, on a break from my volunteer shift at the Composition Conference, I returned for more of the same.


Heart still in shards three days later, I receive the finishing touch of the chef – her grilling of the third side of love’s familiar triangle – as a kiss.


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