over coke

i can no longer drink coke
without thinking of you, my sister.
i sip, and it spills itself
over me, into me
just like you do.

i too spill myself
over you, over coke.
we sip straight from the bottle
and i keep your secrets,
each a warm wind in my ear.

sometimes,
we turn the frothy
fizzy liquid salty
but swallow without question.

this is how we are,
spilling ourselves
unto one another, into one another
over one another —

over coke.