Fly on the bottom of my glass

Fly on the bottom of my glass;
I think I’ll cover it up
with another pass
of the strong stuff,

something undiscovered. 

Enough to outlast
falsetto laughs,
flat-ironed ponytails, and
air-conditioned sass.

So long! Farewell!

Tomorrow's a siren blast,
vinegar years pissed past
like garbage left uncovered.

Flies on the attack.

I bet if I
shoo them away,
they might land
on the rim of another.

Mitski “Bug Like an Angel”

6 responses to “Fly on the bottom of my glass”

johnlmalone

Lol; enjoyed this one; reminds me of the joke about the diner who complains about the fly in his wine glass; the waiter replies: ‘I wouldn’t worry. He won’t drink much’ [ insert timely groan ]

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1. K.F. Hartless
  
  On, nice. I haven’t heard that one, but definitely spot on. 😀
  
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tiffanyarpdaleo

It’s the worst thing to find, but love your poem! 🍷

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1. K.F. Hartless
  
  Yes. I think I’m that sort of person, depending on my mood. I would just pour another right on top, so this poem, it really does speak to that, I suppose. Thanks for reading this one, Tiff.
  
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Nicole Horlings

Great poem, K!

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1. K.F. Hartless
  
  Thank you, Nicole. I had this itch to write this one even though there was no time really to do it, and I’m very glad that I did.
  
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