Sunday, October 16, 2016

October 16


1 comment:

  1. Dear diet coke,

    I tell myself I don’t feel the undertow
    from the cans in my refrigerator, silver
    bullets with red lettering, cold and still,
    waiting for me to lift, to open, to drink.
    But it’s not true. You never stop the pull
    the drag the snatch always ready for my hand
    if I open that heavy door with blasting cold
    air flowing over my toes and legs.
    Take me, you know you want to be
    refreshed with cold calorie-free Coke.

    No, I will not, but I feel you calling.
    L.

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