WEDNESDAY: I Drink Because
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I drink because the mountain waters
rushing cold landed
upon the soil of grape
begging it to take in sun
yellow, warm light
or burst.
I drink because this night
dark, aromatic with mock orange
rolls on her thighs
and clouds command the moon.
I drink because you are never
the man I will ever need
again but the friend
who brings in a bucket of sand
our world, the one you and I create
each day. I drink because
the wine you bought speaks
to my tongue, my throat, blood,
in ancient codes.
I drink
sometimes for thirst.