Wednesday Poetry: Leave the Lemons Alone

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 ofContinue reading “Wednesday Poetry: Leave the Lemons Alone”