The Sprout Café
untuck the
frontispiece this life
as led is gone slide across
the cracked
forgiveness
the brown banquette
we met each year no
matter
when my tears said when is the time
this ends how does it stop and you said
love is a verb you don’t just love
a person they do it
do it to you what name
do you write here
who owns this
story
now can it be thread can it be steel
can it be written on
by others
who speak the broader
tongue
leave it leave a tip
take the ashtray
take the truth
Take the verb, take the ashtray, take the truth ... and run (way down to Lawless). Love this piece Kerri - lots of fabulous lines firing away from The Sprout Cafe.
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