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[tristfully]

'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.

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.

Comments

[tristfully]

Hm, evidence suggests otherwise.

He seemed very happy.

[princeofcat]

I’m in two whole sports for the variety and everything.
I bet he wouldn’t have made us do the babies

[tristfully]

Are they not ... fundamentally the same sport?

In fact, I think he would have lobbied against the babies. In retrospect, we should have too.

[princeofcat]

I'm gasping and you probably heard me. Two completely different skill sets.

I mean I love Trasha and all but. Yeah.

[tristfully]

Fly fast .... throw and catch ball? I’m trying. Really. I’ve been to all of your games.

I am hopeful that if I ever have the misfortune of being impregnated, I will love my human child MUCH more than I love these horrible dolls.