Mistake
Listen to Richard Costello reading this poem. after Cavafy
My clients may not see it,
but when I think of our kiss
in that grimy hallway where,
finding ourselves suddenly alone,
with quiet, unguarded eyes
we offered our mouths—
I get lost, and may utter a small, desperate sound
they mistake for acknowledgement.
Richard Costello lives in Greensboro, N.C., and works as a physician assistant.
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