
Quarantine
from 'Woman'
Give me the good wine,
the one where citrus bursts
in the back of our throats,
and burns a little,
considering the taste
before we swallow,
washing a worry away.
Pour it in the garden,
so the sun can shine
through the crystal,
into shadows on the wall
we drape ourselves over,
daring each other brick by brick.
And break up the fight
between this wasp and I.
We’re having a staredown.
He’s threatening to sting,
I’m threatening to sing.
Together we’re tip-toeing
around the reality of everything.
Drink with me and eat it up, wasp.
You have nothing to complain about,
do you?
WOMAN, coming 01.07.20.