Bar Hop– Marietta

Voice recording of author reciting poem.

We walked into washed up spiked

seltzer and tip toes over tables to see

the floor. A cut square restored wood,

enamel, and took shots to it. Pressed

palm into nail and peeled finger

nail for luck. Scattered spit

holy water bath and smeared 

cranberry mead on both my arms. 

Wrapped them tight 

around my waist and sang,

just like parable and psalm,

the floorboard to bed.