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 07/30/2017 Posted on 07/30/2017 Copyright © 2024 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. 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)