How We Talk About Settling

Wet from the mansion still
writhing beneath us. Red
gold halls and long tongue

-like carpets. I could not
say what I wanted to say
except get me out of here.

But we were young, yesterday,
sipping free whiskey
in the aftermath of

condolences. Burnt
our throats going

(originally published in Bindweed Magazine, Winter 2020)

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