In lattie we held martinis,
un-clobbered each other –
left our cats on the floor in nishta.
I remembered your reef.
My martini is empty now.
Palone, I want varder again –
let’s talk and trade and please,
This language is wrong.
Anne Gill is a submissions reader for Bare Fiction. Her work has appeared in print and online in Strix, Ink Sweat and Tears, amongst others, as well as The Dizziness of Freedom Anthology. She was shortlisted for the 2018 Outspoken Prize for Poetry and is a founding member of the Second City Poets, a Birmingham based poetry collective. Her pamphlet, Raft, was published in April with Bad Betty Press.