I pray to Dionysus—
begging him to walk me through his vineyard
Asking him to sew me to his thigh and make me twice-born too
I fear he is the only one who will truly understand
I offer him the last sip of every wine bottle
And he will craft my very own drinking cup
He’ll tell me of the lover he grieves
How loss concaves into surrender
His body turned to leaves
How it was from that vine
That Dionysus first made wine
Feet outrunning the mourning
Just by thinking of running
I pray to Dionysus—
The only God who has proven himself to me
The only God to give me retribution
I offer him alternating sips of my Pinot,
Drunk tears collected in a bottle and
Worst fears in pairs
Meredith Brown is a queer poet based in Austin, Texas. Her work reflects on the minute and the growing pains of both childhood and adulthood (with a focus on light and love). Previously published works can be found in Soul Talk Magazine, Glaze Zine, Heartbalm Lit, Dipity Literary Magazine, Palindrome Journal, and Mid-Level Management Literary Magazine.
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