ginger_ale
ovenbird
It
was
all
you
wanted
when
you
could
have
nothing
.
After
four
days
of
an
ICU prohibition
against
any
food
or
drink
by
mouth
you
could
think
of
nothing
but
ginger
ale.
You
talked
about
it
endlessly
.
Imagined
the
carbonation
hitting
the
back
of
your
throat
where
it
was
rubbed
raw
by
the
tube snaking
its
way
into
your
stomach
. Confined
to
a
bed
with
so
much
of
life
withheld
,
desire
was
concentrated
down
to
this
one
pinpoint
of
sensation: effervescent
ginger
,
and
enough
sweetness
to
suppress
the
dreams
of
black
robed priests gathered
round
to
place
a
thin
wafer
on
your
tongue
that
tasted
of
incense
and
eternity
.
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...
epitome of incomprehensibility
Just
out
of
arm's
reach
,
on
the
extended
table
,
a
green
Canada
Dry
bottle
with
a
little
liquid
at
the
bottom
.
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...
ovenbird
You
ended
up
drinking
five
cans
of
ginger
ale
in
a
single
day
.
At
this
point
I
suspect
you
have
transformed
into
a
hummingbird
and
will
live
solely
on
the
sweet
nectar
of
Canada
Dry
.
I
guess
there
are
worse
things
than
to
be
made
of
sugar
and
fizz.
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what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from
