The Incarnation of Siduri
sitting at a well called
the sandy hut bar.
recessed illumination in the back
of my head draws out the characters
one by one.
my eyes flicker before the
incarnation of siduri.
she is drunk again and you can hear
the rain falling heavily on the roof.
i look up to view the bright citron
dragon painted on the ceiling winding
its way along the tiles.
a small glass with condensation for
thought asked the question.
why am i so imperfectly shaped?
now i remember all those chinese dive bars
with extravagant tiny jade forest.
siduri somehow rising off the barstool
and walking out the door.
" siduri: epic of gilgamesh, alewife and
veiled bartender."
Copyright © Nathan Martin | Year Posted 2012
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