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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