Bar Napkin Sonnet #11

By Moira Egan Moira Egan
Things happen when you drink too much mescal.
One night, with not enough food in my belly,
he kept on buying.   I’m a girl who’ll fall
damn near in love with gratitude and, well, he
was hot and generous and so the least
that I could do was let him kiss me, hard
and soft and any way you want it, beast
and beauty, lime and salt—sweet Bacchus’ pards—
and when his friend showed up I felt so warm
and generous I let him kiss me too.
His buddy asked me if it was the worm
inside that makes me do the things I do.
I wasn’t sure which worm he meant, the one
I ate?   The one that eats at me alone?

Moira Egan, “Bar Napkin Sonnet #11” from Bar Napkin Sonnets. Copyright © 2005. Reprinted with the permission of the author.

Source: Bar Napkin Sonnets (The Ledge Press, 2005)

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