New Poetry
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Love and Sobriety Whatever happened to Anna, I asked him as the fresh drinks arrived. Anna, he said, (and her name had never sounded so tired as it did coming from his lips just then) Anna, he said, moved up North six months ago. She’s got a place in Seattle and I hear she’s sober and in love. And after the words a silence that told me he wished to speak of it no more. To love and sobriety, was all I could think of to say. We raised our glasses high and outside the sun was disappearing and the hookers walked up and down Polk street endlessly. |
