Soda Water

Any day I gain control

I learn new ways to amuse myself.

My voice grows steady,

so I sing a little louder,

and pluck gray hairs from my ponytail.

I laugh at the way you frustrate yourself.

Standing here next to no one,

wishing my coffee was hotter.

When we evolve wings

they'll be just like the pictures

the tops above my shoulders; and the tips

floating at my ankles

like a nineteen twenties summer eyelet dress

then I'll wrap up and take comfort

in my silence from you.

The breeze tips my backwards;

I let my eyes flutter, and close,

remind myself,

if I capture peace now

there's a chance, I'll have some for later.

So I take a sip, grenadine and soda water,

and the bite in my throat, is erotic.