I Would Prefer Not to

We took up residencies
On cushions in the corner,
As the time circled in our cups
And was swallowed,
I noticed the fan talking in a murmur,
The ground becoming firmer,
The moon getting brighter,
The walls feeling lighter,
The moon making its debut,
The eyes darting through,
The table stretching out,
The cushions slipping about,
The two friends near me leaning
The two friends near me intervening,
The lonely boy made a foreigner,
The lonely boy stuck in the corner.

Published by Benjamin Nardolilli

A little bit about myself, I am a twenty four year old writer currently living in Arlington, Virginia. My work has appeared in Houston Literary Review, Perigee Magazine, Canopic Jar, Lachryma: Modern Songs of Lament, Baker’s Dozen, Thieves Jargon, Farmhouse Magazine, Elimae, Poems Niederngasse, Gold Dust, The Delmarva Review, Underground Voices Magazine, SoMa Literary Review, Heroin Love Songs, Shakespeare’s Monkey Revue, Cantaraville, and Perspectives Magazine. In addition I was the poetry editor for West 10th Magazine at NYU and maintain a blog at mirrorsponge.blogspot.com. Thanks for reading

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