Jill Bialosky – HOT TUB AFTER SKIING, DECEMBER, 2016
We were cold. All day we were cold.
We thought of bitter gods (hard not to think of gods
so close to the heavens) and were frightened.
The mountain is divided. On one side the sun spilled its brilliance.
Sandra Simonds – 8. I Love Wine!
Today, omg, I’m just so spaced out and splendid
———-as I walk this earth without death, without an apron,
without being a wife and so my queer heart transforms into the nostrils of a
——workhorse whose exhalation breaks through the iced tulip sky.
A giant step up into the dip—
the unavoidable tremble of cocktail tumblers
against bottles of bourbon and bitters
droning the spitoon.