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6th Shot of Cuervo

Michelle Greenblatt

wind licks the pavement
scuffs the earth with its sandpaper
tongue
the fossils stir
deep w/in the soil
the bells ring
in silent harmony
the music weeps
for your solo departures.

I’m drinking at 3:49 p.m.
I’ve been erased
& it hasn’t been easy

now your hands
are on her
I wonder
if she cries
like I did
when you touched me

I am not drunk yet
but I am on my
sixth shot
of Cuervo, always
Cuervo

no salt no lime

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