Poem 7.11.22 – The vinegar in my blood

is mild, 
Unbelievable, 
Unrelenting,
Incisively,
thinly
veiled. 

momentum is
my acid,
barely sours;
it elevates, &colors 
palettes. 


still a pop 
leaves cause,
a sting gives 
motive &I
soberly am 
erased.   

notes of 
assimilated,
softened,
perceptive,
raw. 

lacks body, 
needs time,
works well too,
articulates 
well. 

best kept 
in dark
cold storage.