The Third/Fourth Drink

by Caroline Whalley

So - “you’ve bled me dry”
-       and how do you do that when you don’t even bleed?
 
So - you try reaching into spirit to assuage your stress, 
-       and the angst and when you can’t?
 
So - hit any bottle a gulp a glass, simplistic,
-       and facile knocking back air castles.

Day 28, of ‘one a day’ poems. By the end of April 2021, 30 poems will create a series. Each poem covers a fragment, a snippet taken consecutively throughout a day.

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