7.2% ABV

I got a flight because I like variety

Sour, bitter, full of yeast

Clear, hazy.

I took my headset off feeling like a businesswoman

It’s loud in here

I immediately wished the phone call had been with someone else

It’s not because I don’t love you

It’s just because the bright energy I craved would have made the sour beer taste sweet and the bitter ones taste less like your tone of voice

The palm trees here remind me of green eyes

I haven’t seen them in years


Iced Tea 

Hand hovering over the send button, 

I think maybe if I don’t look it won’t actually happen.

There was a day once.

Bacon egg and cheeses on freshly baked bagels and large iced teas, the cold wind whipping off of the water and slashing our faces.

It’s such a townie thing to go to the beach in the winter, but how else would I have gotten you to hold my hand.

Lips barely moving.

The cold numbed our bodies, our speech, our emotions.

Why did we both get iced tea?

We went to that same beach a year later but we never touched and we stayed in your car.

We talked about our new partners 

We said we were really happy for each other.

It’s been two years;

I watched my finger move as I pressed send.

2,392 miles is a stretch 

We probably won’t grab a beer any time soon. But you added a smiley face emoticon after you said ‘let’s catch up’

It’s a shame to throw away what we were long before what we became. 

Hot Cereal

You race to your destination like a mad woman,

beeping at the car going 45 in the left lane only to seek watered down coffee

and stale doughnuts.

The icing on your vanilla frosted, cracked like the paint on your certified pre-owned Jeep that you didn’t think you’d need extended insurance for.

You should have gotten the Honda.

Taking a bite you wonder if you should have just had oatmeal at home

and saved the dollar.