It's Still Life

Of Thirst (for Miz Quickly’s: Thirst)

You tilt
a glass of water
into your throat,

the fluid floats for a moment,
and then flattens against
your parched scratch,

but your outside layer is thirst,

and you can’t grasp
the mystery of that.

These poems/prose are draft versions, written in participation of Miz Quickly’s prompts and Writers’ Digest (Poetic Asides) November poem-a-day challenge. The aim: to produce a chapbook for submission. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter