sauce by Angela Thomas ten days. it has been ten whole, glorious days since last i put the sauce to my lips and burned my throat. since a single drop of the fire-water has moved into my speech patterns and my feet. i made it past a saint patrick's day parade on fifth avenue. green beads and tongues lining the street with the smell of aftershave, beer, and yearning dancing off the sun-beams in the air. even days off and the phone's not ringing and my apartment sounds empty. even then, i have two bottles in the freezer and the caps are probably icing over in a place they've never sat long before. i could not have admitted this year ago, a month ago, ten days ago, but this, this dealing with world for once, this feels absolutely right. 03/19/2009 Posted on 03/20/2009 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/20/09 at 04:14 AM Outstanding on all counts. Posted by Nanette Bellman on 03/20/09 at 05:58 PM This is beautiful written and a genuine affirmation. Good luck sticking to your guns dear. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)