by Grace C. Bennett
What would it sound like, parted to sound?
This is a dim bar in the gut of London.
The moon is wrinkled on the water.
Your striped red socks don’t match this boring atmosphere,
I think it said
Come sit across the table and tell me why we don’t
belong here,
Where instead we should go.
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