"Swirl" by Maura Quinn
Whiskey, tequila, whatever.
Wall-less dreams of the chase for more.
Not the bottle but what was in it.
Not the taste but what was in it.
Pulling at me.
Sucking me in like quicksand but faster.
Like I dove into quicksand.
A whirlpool of whiskey, wine, tequila, vodka, gin.
Have a Guinness it’s good for you.
Pregnant women drink it.