writing by this lamp in humid silence
ice melting slowly a glass of whiskey
condensation on the outside seeping
into the paper coaster she bought last
summer at one of the wineries we
went to while on vacation where i spit
into the bucket as she swallowed sweet
dandelion wine and later drunk came
to my door with those coasters in one hand
whiskey in the other her dress clinging
to the sweat on her chest asking if
i had an interest two glasses and ice
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