Woda
bought a fountain soda
at a 7 eleven &
after initially sipping it down
in the early day
when the ice held together,
chilling the fizzy,
traditionally carbonated liquid,
she sat it down on her tabletop
in order to get her daughter ready
for when her father came to pick her
up (was his day to have her)---
coming back to the drink
hours later,
she found the liquid once
caffeinated & bubbly,
now drawn out, diluted beyond
belief &
watery
watery
watery---
it was no longer the fountain soda that
she loved, but rather
woda
now---
water + soda =
woda.
Copyright © Andrew Delapruch | Year Posted 2012
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