Renee on Her Birthday

we are anachronisms
different years in a lifespan

we drink wine
until we have nothing in common

out of our throats, dry and warm
we choke out laughter

which echo into absence
that we cannot seize

(originally published in FishFood Literary & Creative Arts Magazine, November 22, 2014)

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