Lemonade – June 17, 2019

Do I drain you?

Enfeebled,

Articulating

All of these letters.

Strung together

A welcome banner

Wrenched taught

Between posts.

Only to point you

Toward the exit,

Far from this place.

An escape

That feels fresh

And light.

Go ahead,

Drink the lemonade.

A rush of sweetness

Hits your tongue.

Finding the beauty

In each gulp.

As the sour puckers

Your lips,

Taste buds scorched.

Nothing left,

All is used,

And weary,

And bleak.

Turn, and back peddle

Handing off

The drink I’ve given you.

Silently diverting,

Attention.

Feel free

To visit,

Again,

When your cup

Is empty.