Blackcurrants

Blackcurrant juice got me drunk
the night you left me

I sat on crumbs and talked with the carving knives.
Your eyes
Stared up oppressed at me from the gleaming rims.

The kettle rumbled like an imminent eruption,
like the love that once boiled inside of me
too scared to speak aloud.

when I swallowed it stung all the way down.

December ’05

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