the eighteenth

midmorning in early December


and i am drinking what’s left of the wine

outside the grey of the sky is cold comfort

like cucumber slices over the eyes


i am reading paris review—

the words roll like new coins

down the slums of my understanding


each breathy syllable

moves in with the ease of motion

that only money can offer


the way people talk

when everywhere they go

they are granted access


me? it’s my birthday soon

and i have enough people that

care about me to know

more wine is on its way


M L Woldman is the founder of Austin Poets' Union and Editor in Chief of Voluminous Crux Magazine. They have appeared in Austin Chronicle, The Daily Drunk, and Serotonin, among others.

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