In the House

"You were something I had to survive. Sometimes I didn’t think I would"

Gin Fizz

I am dissolvingSlowly at first,Bubbles so tiny you’d hardly noticeTiny circles clinging to the wall of the glassDecorative, even. Fashionable. The good kind of bubbles. They’re coming faster now, expanding and bursting in a frenzied feeding.Now they avert their eyes,Too much for comfort. For fashion.I am foaming, uncomfortable, spilling over and leaving a sticky residue … Continue reading Gin Fizz