Wine & Dine
A Poem
let's drink wine,
cure our meat,
dangle like
sausage from
cheddar moons.
we rot slow.
salt cannot
keep us from
decay.
but if we,
charcuterie,
hang peacefully,
we'll find
love in
our stench.
This poem is from my self-published poetry Beauty
Disease, and can be found in our shop and Apple Books.
