Like A Real Slice of Fruit Hanging [Off the Shoulder, or Like Mixed Drinks]
A Poem by Adam Powers
Like A Real Slice of Fruit Hanging [Off the Shoulder, of Like Mixed Drinks]
I’m so excited to see you I’m writing like uniting friends blending again like drink-mixing, enjoying & rejoining, like us partying, mixing-in liquid verve like poetry-poured us get-together liquor like ‘let’s get mixed drinks’ implies rosé like sangria, dear, sweet, mixed sashay- like bubbliness, rising to the top, but like the directions say, plop in a pitcher likewise quadruple the laughter, a poet- like bartender with bitters mixing a poem like making a fairytale cocktail shine ombre- like sun, rise, glowing-up, dissolving sugar likely shakened & not stirred, or maybe likelier first adding warmth then pure joy- like syrup smooth, garnished & fabulous like fade of rising skies streaking orange- like peach-like coral-like yes language is like a mixed drink raised I now toast to you: likeliest alchemy of friends, whose etymology likens from the root shared, with to love & free.