we, the unchosen

(for Olive Wii)


through alley saunter
behind restaurants that cater
to men top hat anchored
and women glass stepped high
cherishing the giddy bubbles
of lyricless song that permeates
when no one is looking
we sift through tossed delicacies
and fill on diminishing warmth
wrapped tender in layers
for a few brilliant minutes
there is no divide

Author: tendrilwise

Hi, I have a diploma in Journalism, I've published a novel, and I am currently studying psychology. My odd way of viewing the world either gets me kicked out of parties or invited to them. Jenn McKay

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