a (close) call

(after Seamus Heaney)

 

he wore uncertainty 
as a cloak
for that moment
only

in a dark café on a late night meet.

next thing he spoke 
         - they either love you 
                     or they think you're a cunt -
and i nearly said i loved him.

 

 

i think you're a cunt,
 

i said.

 

© 2019 courtney lavender

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