to a Table à deux

at the end of the sixth or seventh day, most
were back where they started, broken
half-bottles, a better wine
perhaps their heads were together, alone
at a table (say, ten dirhams worth
of sauterne), but
according to class, a common board
cradled the room — all other tables
looked in fulsome ferment —
what passed had been a turn of passionate
couplement, then, a precipitate
divorce, a violent separation.

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