Poetry

Summer’s Distillate

This heat
a ubiquitous
infusion
leaching
into my
epidermis like
auburn and smoke
from well-charred
oak
bourbon
barrels

I’m squeezed out tween my staves

Rising above
rows of casks

Essence now air

My steamy vapor
a mingling prayer

I am made holy –
the angel’s share

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