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?

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WOMAN, coming 01.07.20.