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Speak "Easy"

Abby Thatcher

Decorative Green Leaf with pink stem

Crowded and hot, betrayal envelops

the room, which spins itself

to the music, dancing along with

a moment that no god could replicate.

Booths sit devoid of humans, already filled

with the voices of hundreds, learning to

love at once, in the form of lost coats

and sticky stains.


A woman, as textured as

the room she’s in, wrapped in cling-

wrap and foil from the counter, crams

herself between voices, enough to sit

comfortably and anticipate the bitter end.


A man, once familiar and now strangely foreign,

cuts through the sound and crowd to find

himself in her presence, slinking through the

heat and smell. This was his idea,

she must remember. A drink drowns the thought,

ice cold yet warmth-filling, yummy

and strangely salty on the tongue.


Dancing seems the only option,

yet he persists.

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