I wanted a
coke
but
the only ones
we had
were
out in the car
and my dad
had the key with
him
upstairs
so I search my
grandpa’s fridge
the same
one he’s had
for..
as long as
I can
remember
three half-emptied
bottles of whiskey,
bologna, condiments,
empty ice trays
only thing to drink
is pepsi and ski
I choose ski
a local concoction
of orange and lemon
flavors
I open it,
leaning back into
the worn furniture,
waiting on a phone
call and
writing down the
little adventures
I manage to
have
Dec 28, 2011
Dec 28, 2011 at 12:34 AM UTC
I wanted a
coke
but
the only ones
we had
were
out in the car
and my dad
had the key with
him
upstairs
so I search my
grandpa’s fridge
the same
one he’s had
for..
as long as
I can
remember
three half-emptied
bottles of whiskey,
bologna, condiments,
empty ice trays
only thing to drink
is pepsi and ski
I choose ski
a local concoction
of orange and lemon
flavors
I open it,
leaning back into
the worn furniture,
waiting on a phone
call and
writing down the
little adventures
I manage to
have
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