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I. The Pour

In a diner at 2 AM, after a rain that wasn’t in the forecast, a waitress with chipped nail polish asks, “What’ll it be?” Syrup -Many Milk-

It won’t fix anything. But it will taste like , if home were a liquid and had many mothers. End. Syrup -Many Milk-

Outside, the streetlight pools like a broken egg. You drink slowly. For a moment, the world is just this: sweetness diluted by tenderness, and tenderness multiplied by many. Syrup -Many Milk-

They are poured not into a cup, but into a bowl wide as a harvest moon.