Saturated Yellow

A ceramic bowl
that could hold
watermelon, but
is a quarter full
of yellow popcorn
is the only thing
dividing me from
you, there with a
towel too small to
keep anything
under wraps. You
glare out the window
to the outside
saturated with sun
as if I’m not here
and I’m not. We are
both somewhere else,
but full, filled.

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