the steam of the coffee
smelled of tequila
on the tongue
every chosen recipe wined
fifty days approaches
I haven't had any alcohol in 2009 yet. I'm not quitting just getting back to a place of control. Ioriginally was going to abstain for only a month, but I need(ed) to go longer.
18 February 2009
this could be called something. i don't know what that is.
Labels:
alcohol,
poetry,
sensory oddities
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