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Poetry | October 2012

Boulevard Brewing Co.

By Molly Sutton Kiefer

Great kettles, mottled and held fast,
bricked into the city block. It will cling
to me, the wort, the bundles
of grain in a net sack. I am trailing,
my fingertips to your fingertip, my stomach
a gentle ferris wheel of no, then–yes,
each brown bottle tipped empty,
a spin on the rig, that dazzle
in the sunlight. I watch what I cannot have,
conveyor pace, those fingertips long pressed
against glass, that frothy craving.

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