"In Between Glasses Of Merlot." by Lindee Cozort
please.
criticize my lack of punctuation.
please extract the tea leaves from my mouth
i have this trembling rage painted yellow sunlight in the gaps between thighs and the blue green of eyes rimmed red genuine contact is topical, to be rubbed on the skin to soothe itching.
doctors orders.
i am twice daily. not as needed.
milk thistle legs— spiny and determined to stick be softer, he says brushing the crumbs away.
i scream this at my reflection on a quarterly hour basis— the mirror howls back.
defiant.