08/21: away from sweeter things

Ellen Roche
Aug 22, 2017 · 1 min read

I blister in a fog through slippery streets

for coffee — love of god — for heat and cream.

Last night I was a night owl here, my feet

kicked off my sheets as sirens sang and beamed

into my weary eyes — all night, bright, bare

and all awake. Tonight I learned the fray

was for a life let loose without a care

in the world, at my front gate, just a day

after another life was spent. Before,

I had a rarity: limed rum and bliss

in the dark corner of a bouncing bar —

a woman with bright studded gums and lips

laughed me away from sweeter things and set

my shimmering drink before me like a bet.

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Ellen Roche

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I’m writing a sonnet every day in 2018. Poetry / Portraits / Women’s History / Film Photography / Brand Strategy /Vintage Dresses / DC ellencroche.com

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