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Wine Sunsets

"done"

"done"

we were raised on wasps

cleaned our teeth with stingers

after feasting

on poisons left behind

in pockets carefully lined

with the plumes of vagrancy


we tasted the wine left behind

at parties where

only the best mingled

clothed in customary blanketed emotions

sweeping aside alien lovers


ducking under tables

we laughed at them

turning our teeth outward

to fetch flies

circling in fathomless trajectories

at sunset.

© 2016 Audrey Howitt

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