NEW YORK

In September, I left.
Like all the other assholes. 

The house in Tennessee has
nice lights –

a low, sexy sofa.

In the mornings, I lint-roll the 
sexy       sofa.

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Sometimes, I play Moon River on my piano
and sometimes I 

dance.
Now that it’s warmer,
I open the windows so I can hear 
the little birds sing  

how bad you wanted me 
gone.

Molly Ledbetter lives in Nashville, Tennessee. Her work will be published in the forthcoming issue of Iterant, the poetry journal of the Ruth Stone House in Goshen, Vermont.