First place winners will be published in Westwind‘s quarterly journal. 

by Jacob Jarecki 

Wine ought to do the trick
Easing the nerves
With a swallow of shame

And yet a

Whine knots my stomach
Flowing ablaze
From my mouth open taut

No way a

Wide nut on a starving screw
Can make amends
Fastening so improbable

Nor can a

White note put an end
To your misery
Caused by my soul

And so

Why not steal another heart
In the dark pitch
To put on the cutting board


Why not trick adoring eyes
Beget to forget
The pain I no longer feel


Why not?


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