Echo Falls and Bon IverA Poem by Emily CunninghamSpeaks for itsef“Stop drinking.” “Stop sleeping with men.” Why? To make it more of a challenge? To make it more interesting? When you crack open the bottle? When you pour me a glass? When you take me upstairs to your room and pop the cork? “Stay the night.” Why? So you can better watch me tiptoe out of your door in nothing but your jacket? I sneak back across the hall. Don’t tell anyone. © 2014 Emily Cunningham |
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