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Reservations | A Poem by Izzy Noon

In he walks
offering his name
the same way he would
offer me his name
at the end of the night,

This long night my
mother warned me about
when I would have to
choose between misery
and loneliness

There was no popping
champagne to cap
the sordid meal.

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