After "the ritual" by Olivia Gatwood
everything about this song is red,
your wallet is brown,
the brown a burgundy
and the burgundy’s chalice
has gold to dazzle
rubies, carnelian, sard
precious, semi-precious, the same-
all the same, feel the same
when you hold the cup to livid lips
and send them on their merry way
bumping into the ugly ridges
of a throat lodged
with stingy...
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