Sauvignon blanc
and I put it back --
not because I couldn't afford it
(perhaps because I wouldn't drink it.)
So, I settled on one bottle,
cheap but my favorite---
the favorite of my great grandmother,
"Little Granny and her Mogen David..."
With my savings
I bought what I shouldn't have
and the cleark --
round faced, milky caramel skin, all of 18, 17, 16...?
troubled himself for the pack.
I didn't want to trouble him,
so I settled for the closest thing he touched
and I fumbled for an ID
he never asked for.
My total came and I shoved my ID in his hand,
"Wow, I thought you were 18! You look 18."
So do you and I get that a lot
but you sold me smokes and spirits anyway.
Sauvignon blanc
and I put it back...
10.17.16(?)/m. 12.07.16
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Poetry"I've been trying to put it to words, to collect those thoughts wholly, and to combine them singularly into an explanation--- Not an excuse. Not an apology. Not a proposal." From 'With You I'll Never Hang My Noose" My 2015...
