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Poem: Peril 

One leaned over to the other and
exclaimed, “I tried dating for a while,
but it was so depressing, I just became
celibate—it was easier—it’s a control
thing.” She said this as she stabbed
a poached egg with her fork, and then
carefully sliced a medallion of pork
with her slender fingers, as straight
as the knife she was holding.

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