Happy Wine Drunk
by Megan Guimbellot
1:56 a.m. sea of purple satin
and i can't escape you, even now, because ny sheets are stained with the smell of you(and i and sweat and sex and regret).....no
And I'll need more than water to wash the taste of you from my mouth//yes, more than water to defeat the cigaretteswinedisaster combination of you;;and now against my better judgement and helped along, I think, by the bottle of good ol' cabernet sauvignon (trusted friend and ally))///I'm remembering the day we took a drive down Highland Road,,through the neighborhoods we've never been rich enough to live
in and the day was clear and we made plans and possibilities
(and we had dreamed them in abundance, in droves, in avalanche))
and we were happy for
moment.but i know i should just take a breath and
because tonight instead of those plans i have two empty wine bottles, a half empty bed, and a wine glass that relates too much my mouth and is begging for your lips again
Author's Note: ill never forget the way the taste of you lingered in my mouth until morning///ill swallow you down eventually
Posted on 01/11/2008
Copyright © 2021 Megan Guimbellot
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 01/12/08 at 05:47 PM|
i think i've met my match. i love your style. i love this poem. very...very mighty.
|Posted by Keith McFarlane on 02/07/08 at 07:00 AM|
This is awesome. The whole friggin' thing is an outstanding, beautiful calamity, just like the situation you're describing. Tone, form, words are raw and perfect. I'll be reading more of your stuff.
|Posted by William Brunk on 09/21/09 at 07:06 PM|
i really enjoyed this one...harsh and present. clear and visceral.