Big Briar
1 min readJul 2, 2017
a lazy Sunday kind of verse
That delicious ache
of bubbled uncertainty
sometimes feeds us in bushels
of wants, bunches of mouthy needs
punch greedy throats, and taste
an awful lot like sour beer
with raspberries.
Written by Elizabeth Helmich
Holes and a series of rabbits — my debut poetry collection — now available! https://www.amazon.com/dp/B089RRRGXX/