Mix

The bubbly tang is her conversation,

the syrupy fizz her barstool companion.

Half moon cubes clink in her glass;

they never run out of new ideas.

She escapes in another carbonated click,

and the cup is wet around her peachy palm.

Her finger traces the curve of the white bottle;

she thinks of walnut brown bedsheets and

yellow weekend mornings.

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