Blackbirdan online journal of literature and the artsSpring 2016  Vol. 15 No. 1
an online journal of literature and the arts
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Drunk Again

One December, Siduri threw a bottle of wine at the wall,
just to see. She used the one at the far end of the bar—bare

but for a few tacked maps amended with ink, etchings of paths
past and predicted. Tables and benches culled into a central mass, she

gripped the bottle like a throwing knife—by its neck; a quick toss
above her head projected its rotations. Siduri hurled so hard

the ridge of her tricep pulsed between swamp muck and mountain;
the bottle made landfall in the ranges cupping an inlet below

Quivira, neck fractured and surging like a geyser, coins dropping
from the ceiling into the flush of glass and wine.  

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