Thursday, November 29, 2018

Too Drunk To. by Karen Cline-Tardiff



He slurred over her body, ravenous
for the cherry at the bottom of
her whiskey sour, half-drunk

With rheumy eyes and meaty hands
that couldn’t hold a swizzle stick,
much less his flaccid ego

While she lay contorted among
the spilled ruins of stale butts and
sticky liquers and forthcoming

hangovers.






Karen has been writing as long as she could hold a pen. Her works can be seen in Nowhere Poetry & Flash FictionTuck Magazine, Ampersand Literary, Pif Magazine, Unlikely Stories, and an upcoming edition of The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature. She has a Kindle edition book of poetry, Stumbling to Breathe, which can be found on Amazon.



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