Before the reading
I stock up and decant
one bottle of good water
(your actual water)
one of bad water
(your actual vodka).
One sip, three sips
my blood is trained
to the heat whip
of iced spirits
and I jump through
the open mouth,
burning cool.
Pulling the teeth of my nerves —
one sip, three sips.
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| More a wine image, but still |
What a great way to prepare for a reading! I really enjoyed this, felt transported by it. Thank you
ReplyDeleteah, this takes me back …
ReplyDeleteWish I'd thought of that, in the days when I used to do readings, lol.
ReplyDeleteA delicious little poem, so beautifully crafted, with wonderful, precise imagery. The line '(your actual vodka)' is so deadpan. so casual, so arresting, so amusing.
'heat whip of iced spirits' - I can feel it.
ReplyDeleteI can taste it, Sarah.
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