The candle’s flicker
keeping time against our skin.
Night showing itself
Full-faced and fleeting.
Drink ourselves honest
With wine exactly this dark.
Laugh with mouths shut.
I slur the word essence.
You lean into my mistake.
Saxophone longing
crawls through the speakers.
We try not to hear this.
The singer sings anyway.
I am trying to escape my Woman.
You are trying to wear Man like it fits.

READING SARTRE TO YOU by: Amaris Diaz