Absinthe 10 - Kt Miller

Absinthe 10

In this desert,

glass turns perfect.

All harshness,


raining on it,

grinds away

every jag and nodule;


none of it is blank.

As it ages,

it purples;


even the black,

volcanic glass, chonchoidal

sharp, eventually


dissolves,

becoming as deep

a pool


as a pupil opening

into

an iris.


~Stephanie Strickland

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