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peckenpaugh2020-03-07 12:32 pm
tristfully) wrote in peckenpaugh2020-03-07 12:32 pm
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'Sloe Gin'
The clear weather of juniper
darkened into winter.
She fed gin to sloes
and sealed the glass container.
When I unscrewed it
I smelled the disturbed
tart stillness of a bush
rising through the pantry.
When I poured it
it had a cutting edge
and flamed
like Betelgeuse.
I drink to you
in smoke-mirled, blue-
black sloes, bitter
and dependable.
Aster sent me a bottle.
Who wants to go into the woods with me tonight to find Lukashenko?
Or maybe to find out how we die.
The clear weather of juniper
darkened into winter.
She fed gin to sloes
and sealed the glass container.
When I unscrewed it
I smelled the disturbed
tart stillness of a bush
rising through the pantry.
When I poured it
it had a cutting edge
and flamed
like Betelgeuse.
I drink to you
in smoke-mirled, blue-
black sloes, bitter
and dependable.
Seamus Heaney
Aster sent me a bottle.
Who wants to go into the woods with me tonight to find Lukashenko?
Or maybe to find out how we die.
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[Armani]
Can we promise to keep it between us? I like Mr. Crockett and don’t want to upset him.
But, you’re right, if I don’t get the satisfaction, curiosity might kill me.
And he did impose his horrible brother on me, so.