A Poem by M.J. Iuppa

Revelation, Maybe

A gin poet craves the slice of lime, sparkle
of juniper--berries that make you
just a little bit bold & crazy.
See how a hand's two fingers tip
-toe across the table
to snatch the parasol from a frosty glass . . .
She wants to catch up to you, your chin
lifted to a summer's sky
full of Jupiter.
She says, hey--hey, not wanting
to be ignored in the two-step
it takes to turn around
and face Miss Liberty who
tells you, with a clink of her glass,
that she's your latest charity.


M.J. Iuppa lives on a small farm near the shores of Lake Ontario, Between Worlds  is her most recent chapbook, featuring lyric essays, flash fiction and prose poems (Foothills Publishing, 2013).  She is the Writer-in-Residence and Director of the Visual and Performing Arts Minor Program at St. John Fisher College.  You can follow her musings on writing and creative sustainability on Red Rooster Farm on mjiuppa.blogspot.com