Originally appeared in FRiGG
He introduced her to slant rhymes, for orange and porridge, and she wondered at first if it were enough that her menus nearly rhymed, if burger and bulgar truly inclined to each other naturally or if it were forced upon them, until one day it didn't matter, when beans and steamed met, slanted, like ham steak and pancake, radish and sandwich, the waitress who loved rhyme with her toast and the man at the counter who loved her almost.
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