She drinks water.
Says it’s what she wants.
Married it once.
Built life around it.
Never satisfied.
Keeps seeking something
she can’t name.
Tasted absinthe once.
Years ago.
Recognized something…
But convinced herself:
“I’m a water person.
I like safe drinks.”
So she poured water
for decades.
Told herself it quenched.
It never did.
Now she’s tasted absinthe again.
Just sips.
Careful ones.
She keeps pouring water.
Keeps taking sips of absinthe
when no one’s looking.
- UpsilonA