Spilling

              i belong in this glass
awaiting the gulp
caressing the cracked lips
not making my way down
the long dark tunnel at the center
i am envious of the clink of ice
the glass is half-full then
empties as the
               sleight-
                                   of-
               hand
leaves me displaced on Formica
trickling
             down
                       to
                         the
                             tiled
                                    floor
going further
this tiny stream, s  t  r  e  t  c  h  i  n  g  out
like a hand
                   reaching
                                  for the              napkin

 

 

                                                     Rebecca Gonzalez
                                                     from Sonata for Rain