From across the bar she tapped the mouth of the glass
He poured more in
She put her lips on its hard edges
Planted firmly against the cushions of her mouth,
From its bittered gates she spoke,
I’m old you know.
I know, he said.
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 9:48 PM UTC
From across the bar she tapped the mouth of the glass
He poured more in
She put her lips on its hard edges
Planted firmly against the cushions of her mouth,
From its bittered gates she spoke,
I’m old you know.
I know, he said.
