from one neighborhood
to the next — one town
over– no more sounds
like yours or your friends
at the corner pub
where even the odd
and unloved fit warmly
at a table in the dark
where the fog follows you
home into a darker wood
until your voice tangles
among incestuous roots
and a knife draws
a line along your throat
at the possibility
of a misunderstanding
(April 22, 2019)
