shot glass
title
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Brian Isett


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when I leave

(Grid poem)


when I leave





she's in the shower





steam
covers the walls


the air is covered




a warm
memory ripples
through the glass




when I open the
bathroom door

the woman with wet
lips who kisses
me goodbye



slides the shower
door and kisses me
goodbye




leaving water
on my chin