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"Sixteen Lines for Shayna"
by Jeph Johnson
last night I crawled from underneath
my sullen mood and staggered
tipsy towards her end of the bar
her ambiance sent the shadows
buzzing beeline out of sight
while her laughter seemed to melt
winter's cold disenchantment away
today I wonder with my words
if what I write aspires
half the grandeur of her smiling lips...
do I fancy flirting with her
for another round or two
or realize this fallacy of bliss:
that the right brand of alcohol
mixed with two shots loneliness
is the perfect recipe for a single kiss?
