negroni

in the body, there is pig
blood & there is mine.

( i have forgotten the ways
they mix & breed. )

deboned, stripped down,
& kneeling, these quiet

hauntings, the collateral
they leave behind. in

gall & in vinegar, i want
to be a remembered thing.

like snapped guitar strings,
like a downpour on the rocks:

gin, campari,
sweet ver
mouth.