To Put It Simply BY EMILY NORTON
i want to be reborn the sweet riesling slipping from your stemless glass i want the warmth of your mouth as i cool its roof chilled
i am cheap ten percent alcohol dry and licking sting the crack in the corner of your lips your lips plush and smothered in sticky gloss stick with me lips you chew i grip gently my taste is wasted without you i taste wasted your leftover blood on my sweater my moscato thighs
EMILY NORTON is a fourth-year professional writing major. Find her on Twitter at @_emnorton
tremble with want sweet riesling to put it simply: desire. MM MacMedia Magazine | 14
