the 3 of us


I’ve begun to play Cupid. Alisha waitresses at Hollywood Diner. She’s Latina pretty, round 30, no nonsense but sweet underneath. She has a ten year old daughter, seems a little weary of her life and future, or at least that’s my projection. Marcos is Hugo’s counter mate at L & M, my neighborhood deli. He’s built like a lunchbox, like a squat, square headed semi-fit Hercules. He, too is kinda deadpan but friendly in a regular guy kinda fashion. I asked Hugo if he was single. Marcos? Yeah. Yeah. He’s single. He’s single. Hugo often says things twice. How am I today? Fantastic. Fantastic. Visions of extra fries and pickles dance in my hungry head. More chive cream cheese spread on that everything bagel. Dreams could come true. It's possible. For the three of us. 

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