One night

After James Tate

We had a big fight one night –
all the blood in my body,
the rich tea biscuit bones,
the rotting bench in the park,
tight leather loafers, chest pains,
wet look gel, the smell of chicken,
that tree we once stood around
and read speeches with our
17-year-old mouths, the sun.

© Carl Burkitt 2022

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