08/21: away from sweeter things
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.
