Today's poem is by Claire Wahmanholm
dear hangdog, homely glumness,
dear vinegar chagrin,
I knew Iíd find you here,
where youíve always been.
May I sit? I begin,
then sit, sip gin and ginger ale,
play with my napkin, rip it to snippets.
Dear bad blood,
bad news, bad ends and bad eggs,
how many feet can we fit
in our mouths? Letís all choose poorly,
get drunk and surly,
hurl on someoneís shoes,
leave the party early.
dear Eris-eyed gal,
dear horrible hostess,
lob that baleful apple my way,
swing a ring of gasoline around my bed,
sling me a million
pinless grenades, fix me in your headlights.
Gun it. If you call me,
Iíll come running.
Copyright © 2014 Claire Wahmanholm All rights reserved
from 32 Poems
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