Makeshift Rituals

by on July 30, 2021 :: 0 comments

my fridge
is only cold
on the bottom shelf

motor’s fucked

I don’t have a place
to put the swelling
or the beers
to take it away

or the hidden truths
I left outside the door
in the October cool

ice tray’s good

short bursts
in arctic extremes
should do it

snow-capped joints
and frozen cans
eaten away
in the dark

I sit back
drink them down

and get this evening done

– Dave Cullem

editors note:

Drinkin’ what needs doin’ to get through. – mh clay

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