Vodka Soda
by Ananiah Jacob
There is a body on the side of my bed,
sick and numb,
foam & blood,
a concussion forms,
hands reaching out,
nails clawing,
eyes rolled to the back of her head,
every day i care for her,
feed it-Baby food,
IV drip vodka soda,
watch TV with her,
commercials put us to sleep,
shower the maggots out of her hair,
girls’ night at the bar
you bet she’ll be there,
sleep with her fingers tapping at my knees
matching the pace of my heart,
she inhales the smoke i let out
never exhaling
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Ananiah Jacob is a poet and artist from India whose work explores the emotional realities of young womanhood and the ways art helps make sense of living within it.
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