a path through bodies (ismaelson) wrote in poetryislove,
a path through bodies
ismaelson
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Affair by Kim Addonizio

God it's sexual, opening a beer when you swore you wouldn't drink tonight,
taking the first deep gulp, the foam backing up in the long amber neck

of the Pacifico bottle as you set it on the counter, the head spilling over
so you bend to fit your mouth against the cold lip

and drink, because what you are, aren't you, is a drinker—maybe not a lush,
not an alcoholic, not yet anyway, but don't you want

a glass of something most nights, don't you need the gesture
of reaching for it, raising it high and swallowing down and savoring

the sweetness, or the scalding, knowing you're going to give yourself to it
like a lover, whether or not he fills up the leaky balloon of your heart

don't you believe in trying to fill it, no matter what the odds,
don't you believe it still might happen, aren't you that kind of woman?


[from Tell Me]
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