Wine back to water

by kdillmanjones

wine back to water

I couldn’t move.
centered between Jupiter and Saturn,
and I couldn’t move.

trapped under ethics

bubbling out of sacraments

and still I could not move.

“Wipe that shitty smile off,

Show the real,
the insulin.

Like Maude
and her Christmas ham.”

and still I could not move.

pleasure. pleasure.
I run.

chase jump frolic
wine turns back to water
death, back to life.