Forget the rocks.
Turn paradox into two ducks
walking into a bar, new in town
who drink forgetfulness smooth
as special reserve, Maker’s Mark
peaty Laphroaig.
or any type of crown—
Like diving ducks, they scaup,
downing Bourbon
out of it,like French kings,
grunt as they break open the cask of sake—
no mirror necessary as they slur
into vergesslichkeittossing
back of shots of schnapps neat,
yodeling now,
taking life straight up, no twist. |
Kitty Jospé is currently docent at the Memorial Art Gallery, enjoys organizing talks that combine art, music and word (English and French). After receiving her MFA from Pacific University, OR she transitioned from being a French professor to leading a weekly poetry appreciation class and pursuing collaborations involving poetry. An active poet, her publications include 3 books and numerous poems in poetry journals.
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