poems, prose and
other pretty words
© 2010-2014
Chel Mercado

                      i've got a bad liver, weak stomach and a broken heart

sin &
chocolate chip pancakes
and rosary beads that are the
same color as the nail polish
on her fingers as they sit
wrapped around the neck
of a half-empty bottle
she lifts
from the counter
to her lips  for

a long,



she could almost see a reflection on
an uncovered side of the now-empty
bottle she set down,  licking her lips
and remembering his.
                           " another one, please. "

these sounds, these scents—so intoxicated
in the familiarity of her past, those lips seem
real. but now he'll only ever taste to her like
chocolate chip pancakes
& sin