A drink

October 14, 2008
By Erik Koch, Elmira, NY

Perhaps you are a tinted green glass
my features open on a transparent operating table
twitching in silent convulsion
Alive through the curved molded glass half filled with gray
I sink below the surface as you take a sip
my lips and nose are under lower
lower
until my hairline disappears and you breath "ah"
as the the glass empties into you


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