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How it Colours Your Tongue - Loren Thomas

Alcohol cleanses.
Rub our walls 
with it
before

we hang our memories. 

Dip our hands 
to kill 
microbes. 

Threaten cells.

I was thirteen the first time 
I got drunk.

We traded Christmas for poison 
as a rite of passage. 

Our ‘rents watched on
as we slurred adoration. 
Our marks of pride in shiny glass bottles
with blue perfume
better than the stain on the underwear 
or the clashing of genitals. 

We pour                one out 
to mark the 
                                                passing. 

We pour                one out 
to 
cleanse.

I                cleanse                love.

Tomorrow                I                love                him
 
and I’ll drink
                        to cleanse 
                                                limbic
                                                                    Cleanse
                                                                    limbic
                                                                    cleanse
                                                                    limbicclea
                                                                    nselim
                                                                    bic

Contributor's Note

Loren Thomas is a Waikato University graduate, poet, and photographer, previously published in Mayhem, Poetry New Zealand, and collaboratively with essa ranapiri and Aimee-Jane Anderson-O'Connor in Starling.

 

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