going back becomes halfway
at loose ends on glinting pavement
clammy after a sultry city
rain no one to tell
me about neighborhoods
I already know
how to fraternize when ruddy
open friends have been drinking
caramel-colored whiskey I try
to call but fumble and say
I miss you silly chatty you finally
laughing she puts you on
and wraps you around her golden
shoulders before finally going
out then it happens
and once more
that was a long time ago
(c) 2013, by Hannah Six
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