shaker with no ice

by Kristina Woodhill

margarita without the lime
salt rises to her shimmering skin
99 degree edges
crusted sun weary lips
tongue tip tentative
only a nut would stay out
in this roasting
bartender forgot to pour the tequila
her glass filled with hot, dry July


Posted on 07/30/2017
Copyright © 2018 Kristina Woodhill

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/30/17 at 08:39 PM

Really like the way you use words and images to get the message across here, Kris.

Posted by George Hoerner on 07/31/17 at 10:01 PM

I could be that nut but I'd have a strong word with the bartender!! Really cute write lady.

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