Amber Fluid (a poem, 2003)

Amber fluid contained by
cheap
glass
runs rampant across
the counter top.

I push it back
making room for the essentials of
daily life
but
she hauls them forward
once more
by day’s end.

Amber fluid in
cheap
glass
taking the space
establishing priority
spirits to bread.

I wipe the spills
knowing
she will spill
again.

I chase the smells of
amber fluid
with
floral fragrances
spewed by aerosol cans
but
the amber smell
lingers
underneath.

I throw out the emptied
bottles of
cheap
glass
knowing
more will come.

She will pour
again.

Cheers,
Christina Schmidt
ArmedWithCoffee.com
@gnrmuggle

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