Synodic

Poetry by Elizabeth S. Gunn

and the host seats me so close to you
that your clean scent of shampoo and soap
persists long after our friendly hug hello
and I think about you in the shower
and then me in the shower with you
and then I make myself stop thinking
all together because you are ordering
eggs and pancakes and I must read
the menu and order something
without you noticing where I had…