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