Happy Poetry Thursday!
Still feel like I'm in a writing funk, but the best thing I can do is write my way thought it. I did have some ideas for a few new poems, which is a good sign.
Looking forward to reading as many poems as I can today.
Hair of the Dog
That bit you, last night,
a blueberry mohito,
sweetness barrels down
your throat on a sugar train
express. Everyone speaks in tongues,
sings their busted syllables
in the language of the smashed.
The bottom of a glass feels
too much like love, like courage,
where that mangy dog sleeps.
He wraps his mouth around you
and drags you through the morning
past the vapor of faces and flicker.
Are you the hair or are you the dog?
Drifting over night. Drowning in shade.
You wonder if this can really fix
what ails you.