Thirst

Thirst

Wine glass, the drinking acumen: it does not matter
though it falls within the ritual–the red
jest poking out transparent; the glands longing for
hydration–an obstinate quench. A spirited,
vociferous taste of mouth and tongue.
The tired swirl adjacent to an acidic holy permission.

SD.

Matriarchs in The Cantina

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