Argue
A shaken cola bottle —
Foam climbing the neck
Shut the lid
Seal it tight.
Sound scrapes the drum of my ear
The heavy ball drops —
Down,
Down —
Foam everywhere.
Go away.
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Krysten Guilbault
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