# 819: barflies

eyes’ barbell glint
gunmetal
or dreadnought grey
in these parts
we call a cunt
someone we like
whether drink
mixing fox
with a finger
in each pie
or heavystubbled
snow-hedged
stout hedgehog
tipple-familiar

for signs: read
icecube mirrors
made stars

look: for the wink
that takes root
in the plumed smoke’s
growbag