I like lists
especially when they are written in pencil
upon a small and unevenly-torn
piece of paper.
it's not in the dictionary.
when she comes in I
"look, what's this 'mung'?"
"it's on your shopping list..."
"oh, that? that's mung bean sprouts."
"what did you think it was?"
"I don't know. that's why I asked."
"bean sprouts," she said and walked into the
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