Grape Soda

It was

The last grape soda on the shelf

I opened my fridge and there it was

A deep

Deep purple can, with the word GRAPE

In lilac letters.

No one told the grape soda people about green grapes

I suppose

The can has a nice heft to it. I can feel it pulling my arm down

Just a little

While my hand eats the cold

That the can stole from the fridge

I pop the top

The soda hisses in a high, excited tone

excited to be able

To leave the can it was trapped in

I drink it

No grape I’ve ever met has

Been as sweet as my soda

The fizz burns just enough, and I remember;

I am here, I will endure, I am alive

Tomorrow, when a voice in my head tells me its time to go to work

And a second voice gently says, no, no it isn’t.

I’m going to drive to the store

And buy more soda to keep in the fridge

To drink to remember that some good things

endure