Life is not lemonade, nor lemons,
nor the glass it sits in, festering. Life
is a chemical reaction within silica,
mocking me. There is no bright side
to this. No lasting tasty resolution.
Liquid touches my lips and I feel refreshed
for a moment. Just for a moment, there
is comfort. Then–
the bitter of lemon
makes me teeth twinge and pain. Lemonade
is no longer sweet. I am no
longer thirsty. No longer
seeing the sweetness in life. This
is not what I expected.
This is not what I deserve. I want
to make this over, because I’m still thirsty
and there’s no more sugar.
Until next time…
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