Anonymous
Karyn Indursky
Let my lips
touch the rim
of your precious
wine glass to
graciously sip down
every drop of
burning vodka stripping
my rational senses
bare as liquor
erases my pains
given to me
mercilessly to feel
unless I engage
in drinking more
vodka until I
no longer have
any ability to
think, feel, recall
memories or make
a realization that
I drank you.