worth more than furrowed brow

last night, i watched
his eyes dazed
with light. “you’re
funny, Julia,” he
remarked between
boisterous laugh
i glance at his twinkle
before tuening left
to my mother.

“yeah, i should
have my own
comedy show—
The Girl Who Can’t
Go Without Dessert.”

because even though
the pie was lemon &
to-go, his discomfort
split open a genuine
smile

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