My cheeks flush with the excess heat from the oven
and my mouth feels too dry after eating the dinner.
My thigh itches uncomfortably from a small patch
of razor burn damp with the humid kitchen air.
My heart seems to beat too fast, too loudly
as my eyes begin to droop shut with exhaustion
and the satisfaction of a stomach full of cheese.
When your fingers curl gently around my wrist,
we find pizza dough, dried in crumbling scales.
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