The hug

They hug
and slap each other’s backs
like shovels to the final dirt
chucked on top of graves.
They let go,
thick necks and soft eyes
directly opposite each other.
They don’t
say a word. They head
to the bar and spend five minutes
joking with the staff;
fingerprints tingle on spines.

© Carl Burkitt 2021

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