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I think I’m in love
  with the guy at Dunkin’.
    I mean, I think I could be.
 
       He knows me by name,
    he knows how I like
  my latte.
 
Whenever I pull up
to the drive thru
  my heart
 
      skips
 a beat
if he’s there. I feel
 my cheeks flush and
   get that warm, tingly feeling—
      enamored.
 
 
               I like his smile, I like his voice,
                 and the way he always
                    sounds so happy. He
               gives me extra munchkins
      whenever I order them.
 
  This morning, when
  I ordered my dog a pup cup, he put a
munchkin on top of the whipped cream.
         Swoon.
     
         Maybe it’s 
     the caramel sauce
talking,
 or maybe it’s my
   love of donuts –
 
           there’s something about this guy.
         He makes me laugh. Could be
        a total red flag, and I
    should run the other way.
  This is all
a fantasy. He looks
like he’s younger
than I am,
 and I am
  horrible at that
   game.
 
This morning I envisioned me laughing
and asking. “How old are you?”
“Are you married?” Deep sigh.
Perhaps. Although, why ruin
a good thing? I am giddy,
filled with delectation,
upon seeing his
face early in
the morning. Why ruin
a good thing like that?
 
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Melissa Lemay lives in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania, with her three children, four cats, and a dog. She writes about God, addiction, trauma, healing, motherhood, and many other things. She enjoys spending time with family, drinking good coffee, and being outdoors. She loves animals. Her poem, ”Ephemeral”, was chosen as “Poetic Publication of the Year” for 2023 at Spillwords Press; she was “Author of the Month” for July 2024; and “Author of the Year” for 2024. Find her at melissalemay.wordpress, collaborature.blogspot, and at dVerse Poets Pub.