Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #268
I Bought A Beer by Belinda Roddie I bought a beer for Jessica that night and watched quietly as she chugged it down, the froth on her lip like a mustache. Right as she finished, she burped and dug around in her purse for a breath mint. Then she said, "I feel antsy. Join me for the next dance." I took her hand. Her face was flush and red, but as she moved, the patrons were entranced by the strange choreography we made together. Then she bought a shot for me, and I fired it back like a booze grenade. When we kissed, I could taste the ecstasy like licorice on her tongue. My mouth ached against hers, dwelling on my new mistake.