Drinks with Maggie

We toast double shots over rocks of glass; borderline chills crack crooked creaks on a sidewalk. What’s left better unsaid of a winter’s day shines trickles on sickles, hanging on the porch; the contempt makes up all that it is.

(© 2022 AC)

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