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Bayfield Cocktail

By Susan R. Morritt

My first mistake. Deserted beach.
Add one lovesick simple soul.
Top with selfish bitch and stir.

Party time. Dishevelled
bedding and melted ice.
Detached object of mute adoration.
Cigarillos in the ashtray.

God Almighty! My name forever
captured for posterity in bits of blue,
bold as brass on burly biceps.

The horror, the shame…
Awash with queasy guilt
as the great puppy
was chastened, sent away.

My first mistake. Deserted beach.
Add one lovesick simple soul.
Top with selfish bitch and stir.

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