The Regular Wins a Door Prize

Poems by Suzanne Frischkorn

A paper umbrella
fuchsia & purple.
The bouncer
demonstrated—push
the white nub up
and it opens.
The blond
sticks spread wide.
Pull it down—
it collapses neat
straight-up as scotch.

A slice of orange
dresses up a glass
rim. Maraschino
red works best
against the pale
yellow of Pina Colada.

To need a shot
and be handed
a paper umbrella—
sometimes the rain doesn't let up.