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AN AFTERNOON AT THE AMBASSADOR

Mitchell Hagerstrom

On a private tour we’re shown through
A shiny kitchen, then down a dingy hallway
To a wide pantry. There’s no plaque,
No reminder that Robert Kennedy bled out
On that floor. Assassinated.

Subdued, we retreat to the garden bistro,
Order icy martinis, a tray of briney oysters.
A squeeze of lemon, then a bite to release
That coppery metalic taste, and they slide
Down our throats, like soft bullets.

For more from Mitchell, visit her Goodreads page.
July 20, 2017 9:13 am

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