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achen42 in Poetry & Free Verse

8 oz.

There's a soft pop as you twist.

Plastic crinkles and you'd swear it cracks,

but it never does.

You open your mouth

and tilt your hand,

already wet,

already dripping and cold,

until your gums feel a tingling icy numbness,

and you hardly notice the stuff go down your throat.