A Sip of You
As I take a sip of wine
that I hope will blind me
from my sins, I notice
a man drowning himself
in scotch and ask him
if I can buy him another
round. He blows me a
kiss as he stumbles away
and I envy the man for trying.
A woman drinks a beer
from a champagne glass
and I can’t imagine what
she’s celebrating. She orders
another as I whisper in her
hair and kiss her blue lipstick
like it was my own. I take
her hand but she pulls me
back, and we swim in the sweet
amber light. I sip a strange
girl’s tongue as I dive to the
bottom of an empty glass and the
woman asks, “Would you like another?”
