Sundown Surl Poem by Donal Mahoney

Sundown Surl



Her lips?
As I recall,
even when she talked
her lips were slung
in a sundown surl
and there was liquor,
always liquor,
just a jigger,
in her walk.

Sunday, July 5, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: sexuality
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