Private Questions

I’m drinking messages from bottles,

imported labels

to be served domestically.

The girl balancing it to my table

doesn’t look old enough to be here

but the people in charge

place aesthetics over taste

and this beer is good,

although it’s a little too full.

It still foams at the head

and although it’s a little too cold

the glass still sweats down into an ocean.

And I dream of cigarettes,

waiting for a reply to that text I sent

to long ago to remember.

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About Sean O'Gorman

Spoken Word poet from Ottawa. View all posts by Sean O'Gorman

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