same as it was yesterday the same as it will be tomorrow and every day that follows she makes it in the morning
so, it will be waiting as soon as she gets home anticipating the tartness of the sour apple the sea-green in the triangular glass the cherry fishes that sit on their rounded ***
bobbing up and down as she takes a swallow to fill up the hollow of what’s left of her mind she reclines on the chocolate couch that has a lever on the side to stretch her legs out wide
as she drains the glass her blue turns green at last she gets giddy and laughs before she transcends to some other dimension
though she tells herself to stop the hurt’s tight as a knot in her heart and there’s just one way to loosen it so she takes another sip