Film Noir Not

Sunday gravy

on Saturday night snow quiet

party plans postponed

 my new date

with a salt bath

~

January 4…

This small stone was written last night – I hope that it counts for today – I’m not one to always play by the rules.

Saturday night.
Snow and sleet no place to go.
A bourbon sour on the rocks.

I savor the dark cherry, and fancy
myself the heroine in a film noir.

layer upon layer of paint until she fades into the shadows

ag ~ 2015