dandelion brine

Dandelion for the Brine

Dandelion for the Brine

Her confession turns your face to ash and starches up your collar

too tight it is around your small throat as she begins to holler.

It’s woody white roots tonight for you and maybe even tomorrow

it’s dandelion brine and cool turpentine, a supper for your sorrow.

© Tina Zabielski 2011-2019



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