tell me about the wine glasses
how expensive they must be
overcooked meat on the table
underdeveloped conversation for me
ground out like pepper shaker
how fragile the glass feels
too breakable in my hand
one wrong twitch and shades of red
will stain the cream satin on her lap
and his forehead will crease cream wrinkles
and my nervous laughter will be the only noise
in a silent dining room
YOU ARE READING
keep my skull (on your mantelpiece)
Poetrytap into the sap of a human body we're rich in nutrients and abundant in self pity ___________________________ a poetry book dedicated to unmarked Salem graves @timespieces copyright 2019
