a 6 o'clock 6 dollar margarita
a taste in her soul she can't wash away
perfect fingernails on the bar poised to fly
the flutter of their wings hidden in her heart
perfect shoes on her feet ready to run
the revving of their engines a tingle 'neath her skin
a 6:30 3 buck beer on the bar, sweating
another day another night
day 2 of NaPoWriMo, national poetry writing month.
a poem a day.