SUGARDADDY (A sestina)

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JESSICA FALEIRO

 

 

 

 

She sat with the shiny liquid

in a glass,

staring into the mirror,

past the bowl of limes

and threw the shiny gold

down her neck; glanced at the clock.

 

Tick-tock said the clock.

The bartender poured her more liquid.

Dark gold

in a glass,

 placed next to the bowl of limes,

reflected in the mirror.

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