When Asked To Write Of What I Am Made
Water mostly,
most in the form
of tea;
a little red wine (read, whine),
and a relentless belief, though quite untrue,
that all that tissue
(both the soft and hard kind)
will endlessly renew–
Why the tea believes that
is hard to say,
though the wine, I think,
has an inkling
of the unsupportability
of such a notion.
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For Magaly Guerrero’s post on Real Toads to write of what one is made of. Pics are mine. I didn’t mean to emphasize red wine, but I happen to have done this drawing (separately) of a wine glass last night, so thought I’d use. (The “read” above, by the way, is supposed to be the imperative tense of the word and not past tense.)
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