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JESSICA FALEIRO

 

 

 

 

SUGARDADDY (A sestina)

The liquid lingered in her glass.

He continued to play with the limes.

The bartender looked at the clock,

encased in gold.

They were reflected in the mirror

and all they had in common was liquid.

 

Midnight struck the clock, she emptied her glass.

He drank all his liquid, stopped playing with the limes

and gave her a smile of gold that vanished as the bartender kissed her, in the mirror.