Slobbering drunk on Knob Creek.
It tastes like wood and grass, like
broken glass. There’s a smokiness
about everything about it. It’s aged
nine years. It took this stuff almost
a decade to reach me. I know
what it did with its time.
What’d I do with mine?
It tastes like wood and grass, like
broken glass. There’s a smokiness
about everything about it. It’s aged
nine years. It took this stuff almost
a decade to reach me. I know
what it did with its time.
What’d I do with mine?
Christopher Cadra is a writer and poet. He's been published in the Cimarron Review, Danse Macabre, and elsewhere. He's published criticism in Basalt and a journal he edited, The Literati Quarterly. He's currently a senior editor at Gleam, which focuses on a new form of poetry he helped create with collaborators. His first chapbook, Golden Halo, was released in 2020.
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