I wanted a
coke

but
the only ones
we had
were
out in the car
and my dad
had the key with
him
upstairs

so I search my
grandpa’s fridge

the same
one he’s had
for..

as long as
I can
remember

three half-emptied
bottles of whiskey,
bologna, condiments,
empty ice trays

only thing to drink
is pepsi and ski

I choose ski

a local concoction
of orange and lemon
flavors

I open it,
leaning back into
the worn furniture,
waiting on a phone
call and
writing down the
little adventures
I manage to
have