shot glass
"... 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

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

leaving water
on my chin