something strong, something for the road
it’s touch-and-go and if we make it, it’ll be with hands and wine and 3-in-1 oil
lead in the bloodstream and inkcapillaries
we spit on electricity: we balance our humours down in the crypt
over a pint
(or under a pint, as a beer mat)
it’s personal, now. you and me, outside.
[Joanna Hope Bricher]