Poetry

Why I Go
Kristi Wilson

When you drink
you have less winter
about you.  It is 

there, of course,
camouflaged by the easy
warmth of whisky.  I

am greedy for you 
then, for every word,
for hot bursts

of breath smacking
my thirst of skin when
you speak four inches

from my face.  You 
erase time.  By the time
we leave, intoxication

is complete.  I have
drowned in it.  Surfacing
is as bitter as ice.

"Wellington" Kristi Wilson

Last Call Kristi Wilson My eyes are burning a hole in a bit of conversation, bound as I am to this group. I cling to the curtains fly-like and waiting, treading the tip of a once-cold cocktail and listening. Listening. Teach me how to speak, how to kill a taboo, to lean in and yes – to touch.

Kristi Wilson is a senior at UTA, and has poetry forthcoming in Ilya's Honey and Borderlands. She recently received honorable mention in the Dallas Poets Community's national poetry competition.