There isn't much
poetry in pure desire,
little in the way of nuance.
It's too strong, proof too high--
hot in the throat
burning as you swallow,
like a shot of whisky
all the way down.
Not much mystery,
spare in subtlety
a shot glass of blind bravery,
chaser of small odds mixed
With a fiery dose of hope.
You bang your glass on the bar and
demand another and another,
till you feel woozy and light--
stumbling buzzy and warm
into a familiar set of arms
you know will catch and hold.
Cherie Rankin is a professor of English at Heartland Community College, in Normal, Illinois; she lives 45 minutes southwest of Normal... Her work has been published in Dragon Poet Review, Labor: Studies in Working Class History, and Poetry Breakfast.
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