A Reckless Longing
The lady who serves counter
at the bodega knows my weakness for dry sherry,
a wordless gentleness between knowing smiles.
There is this connective tissue,
of an inappropriate and unpromising kind
that tentatively links to a reckless longing
not just for dry sherry,
but to a secret accomplice
who serves counter at the bodega.
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