Drink

In the Underworld they drink pomegranate margaritas 
I am certain.
If you had an endless supply of damned fruit to yourself 
would you not do the same?

I’m sure Hades is sick of slender Persephone
in her pink rose perfume
and lilac pearls
telling him he drinks too much,
that he might just drink himself to death
if he wasn’t already there.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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