Whiskey Birthday

I pour myself another drink.
Soda bubbles open
To the flavors
Of citrus and fire.
The taste of
Warm breeze,
Of smoke,
Rising and falling.

Persistent and calling
A yellow cacophony
And the weight of memories
Clings in the summer heat.
It is my birthday,
I have lived 12 years past my sister.

Turning to you
With the promise of
Sweet forgetting
And pleasure.

How easily I fold into that secret place.

And this, this is what I wanted all day
To remember nothing
To savor it all.


back to issue