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?”