ambrosia

I never finish a drink because I want to.

The tactile cold of a glass bottle as if something is coming for me, 

no matter what I do, tied to the bar or the dancefloor or the uneven, amused look in your eye.

I'm never giving up feeling that once-in-a-while shot of adulthood.

Or the warm belly dance of empty butterflies that have no flower to land upon.

Ambrosia and the la-la-la-lahhh

Spell the last thing on your mind, I dare you.

Me? It's Bernie Sander's full hour on Fox News 6 years ago. I bet you

thought I'd spell "Houston" or "homesickness" or "mound cemetery in Marietta".

Dang it.