Whine Tasting
I taste freedom
In the air today
Or is that loneliness?
I taste insult
With the undertone of injury
It's bitter
And unjustified
Well...
They justify it
But the mouth feel
Is unfairness.
And
Is that a note
Of jealousy,
Perhaps,
On the finish?
I taste space
Between words
It tastes coppery,
Metallic?
Like the blood
Of a bitten tongue
Because I want
To scream
You b!$@&
And instead
I pour
My whine
Into this poem
Don't pass me a drink
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