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Watching a Woman Drink in Decay
I have seen you take booze
over and over into your body:
slender neck of the bottle
entering your lips,
soft and parted,
little sigh of your smoky eyes
closing at the hot splash
deep in your throat.
I have watched a flush sneak
over your face the way love
sneaks up on foolish girls
and leaves them burning.
I have sat with you
as booze slipped through
the membrane of your stomach
and tossed itself
into the great river of your blood.
I have seen it pounded out
in the heaving rhythm
of your life
and could not help but recall
how some women take
the plentiful seed
of rotten men into them
again and again
each time expecting
something good.
-Francesca Bell
first appeared in The Chattahoochee Review
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