“Myrtle’s Regrets, On the Rocks” by Savannah Sipple

He drank in my loneliness at the bar,
threw it back like straight bourbon, with a slant
in the right corner of his mouth. It was the snap
of his head, the ways his eyes caught mine
as the glass slammed down that made me
follow him to the bottom of the barrel.

-Savannah Sipple

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