looking out an apartment window at the building across the street
Sonya Carassik Ratty·
Poetry

Complicity

A sign in the bar says
We have rooms
That’s my kind of availability

Upstairs I put down my glass
Take off my skirt
And wonder if you’ll leave

Don’t come with your ambiguity
Your guilt or grey areas
Your decency

I’ll take a lie
But we’re in it together
This is what they call complicity



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Sonya Carassik Ratty
Sonya Carassik Ratty writes in her tiny studio in London's Elephant and Castle district, surrounded by plants which she is desperately trying to keep alive. Sonya has been published in Chaleur Magazine.