26 March 2021:
"...No matter how loud
this bar, within these three walls we can drop
straight into a very electric flight. We can
pretend we don’t answer to anyone–including
the waitress–& no one even knows where we are."
Oh, do I love this poem. Love sitting in a restaurant booth with someone(s) important to you. The way that little space feels like an intimate fort. The way you can lean back and over and relax. The way you can lean in closer. I have missed it so much.
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