I wanted to connect to my poetic roots, so, I poured.
Fairytale moss hue doused
sugar cube on absinthe spoon.
Blue flame erupting,
sugar caramelizing, tipped into cup.
Fire brought out scent,
star of anise.
Stirred and tapped dissolving sugar, gulped down.
Wash of peace, artistic heritage— no longer an imposter. Flushed—swirls of contentment, alignment into cosmic rightness. Another sip—jazz played in veins.
Rooted to Van Gogh,
to Hemmingway, Joyce, Oscar Wilde, Picasso. I think we flirted as I drank.
meditation into what it meant to leave behind doubt.
I rolled the liquor over my tongue. Oh yes, I belonged. Artist/Poet/Author.
Kim Malinowski earned her B.A. from West Virginia University and her M.F.A. from American University. She studies with The Writers Studio. Her chapbookDeath: A Love Story was published by Flutter Press. Her work was featured inFaerie Magazine and appeared in War, Literature, and the Arts, Mookychick,Amethyst Review, Gone Lawn, and others.