when I was intoxicated with our love
when I couldn't pull up out of the quicksand
when every thought brought me back
to you or to what it would be like to
be across the way, just around the corner
from you; consider how I told you your
name is safe in my mouth and how I spoke
it reverently, like fairy dusted overlaid
with diamonds and gold, remember that
and hear what my mama said: a drunk
woman's words are a sober woman's
thoughts.
© Valerie Bridgeman
May 5, 2013
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