Drinking Song - Silvia Curbelo
In every half-filled glass a river
begging to be named, rain on a leaf,
a snowdrift. What we long for
precedes us. What we've lost
trails behind, casting
a long shadow. Tonight
the music's sad, one man's
outrageous loneliness detonated
into arpeggios of relief. The way
someone once cupped someone's
face in their hands, and the world
that comes after. Everything
can be pared down to gravity
or need. If the soul soars with longing
the heart plunges headfirst
into what's left, believing
there's a pure want
to fall through. What we drink to
in the end is loss, the space
around it, the opposite
of thirst, its shadow.
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