Monday, February 25, 2013

Jameson on the rocks.

One of her old favorites.

I never particularly cared for it at the time.

I still don't, really.

But I drink it anyway.

An expensive reminder of her breath against my neck.

6 comments:

  1. That's a good poem. But whisky breath is terrible.

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    1. That's awful. I love coffee. I can't drink much of it, though. If I have more than four ounces or so at a time, I have horrible cramps and indigestion for hours afterwards. There's something about it that my body just doesn't digest very well.

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  3. Love your writing. So ambiguous. Just found your blog through 20sb and I'm following now!

    Aryn
    Driftwood and Daydreams

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    1. Thank you, Aryn. I'm glad that you like it.

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