One More Bottle of Wine


By Daniel McGinn

Every time she tries
to explain herself
roots dig deeper.

I did love you, throbs
in her mouth
but remains unsaid.

You were mine, Daisy cries,
from blood rimmed lips.
She spits out the words like baby teeth.

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