Thursday, October 2, 2008

a bitter cool and rising

Raising a tumbler mouthwards:

knocking its brittle lip
none too softly against
front teeth,
he snarled a little at the impact
and pulled shortly
on his suddenly bleeding

Words. Letters. Nuances.

That's gratitude for you,
That's a week's entire quota in
the time it takes
to drain a glass.

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