| Jonathan Berger's Poetry: Poem of the Day |
| My belly swelling with Merlot, an awful brackish liquid I'd never have had in better days, I swill the brew as if it could actually make me forget a single moment of our times passed and how we crashed so hard so fast. I do what I can to erase those final moments from my sweaty brow to eradicate that space within that you fill knowing full well that the grapes in my belly the wine in my blood and the place in my head you reside in you reside in still. |