Wine for breakfast

[vanilla]

Wow--I absolutely loved how raw this poem was. I could feel the hungover headache when you wrote about the blaring tv and the "cut-throat capitalism" (such sharp, ringing sounds!!). I love how the poem drifts into a dreamy, fuzzy sort of space-out when thinking about the starlet, and then it snaps back to sharp reality with the "confusing love for lust" line. Possibly avoid the use of silver twice. Also try to avoid the use of wine twice--possibly describe the lips in another way that alludes to the wine color. Brilliant poem. Beautiful honesty.