Wet leaves slide me into Stockbridge
and your gloved hand, which you withdraw
when the ground resumes its grip.
You tell me your cobblestones:
the beauty of well-run meetings
and your life laid out ahead of you,
the toe-width cracks you trip on
trying to make it all happen.
This place is so pretty it’s embarrassing,
big roundabout eyes
and cheekbone clocktowers.
Next to your peacoat and quiff
I pretend to belong.
We sit in a sandwich shop
where the loo quotes A A Milne
and E E Cummings,
instructions for being in love.
Eating my dressed-up sausage roll
I think about what we each carry,
how you massage your arms
when we talk.
I don’t finish the roll.
I’m too full of frayed wires
and you’re needed elsewhere.
I walk you back,
making fists in my pockets.
By Allie Kerper
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