We danced
You and I danced
in the living room
near the ottoman chair
and azure blanket
as the guitarist from Mali
played through his soul
on the stereo
Enthralled, we didn’t notice
the thick cobwebs
hanging over our heads
and we forgot the particular
dread and fear
that made us drink
so much red wine:
how could this life and love
ever dovetail to an end?
- © Heather Sager 2022
Heather Sager lives in Illinois, USA. She writes poetry and fiction. Her most recent work appears in The Orchards, Magma, Fahmidan Journal, Red Eft, Version (9), The Bosphorus Review of Books, Shabd Aaweg Review, The Fabulist, Willows Wept, and more, and her poetry has appeared in Bluepepper in the past (in 2020).
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