The Perfect Gentleman (3 0z / 90 ml) | Megha Saha

Megha Saha

If sugary dollops of what feels like

the rainbow hits you too hard, then

wait for the maraschino cherry bit that

will come to your rescue and settle

in your tongue; you will let it,

until the insides of the glass tumbler

begin to tremor in sync with the live

scat jazz.

You look around the snug little

place they call the ‘The Great Unwind’

and smile to yourself about how silly

it’d have been of you to have not come

here; the warm gin will eagerly walk

you to silent comfort-  like a possum’s back.

The mint sprig scent will come back

to you in a couple of tiny delicate

burps- three if you’re wild, to keep you

from hitting the floor with your head.

And if you’re still feeling oozy and like

less of a person, wait for the trusty

salted lime wedge to tend to your

adamant pout like your grandma would.

 Previously published in The Brown Critiquie (Jan-Feb’17) and Mad Swirl Magazine.

 

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