Things got heated very quickly.
I stormed out of my house
and booked a cab
to the ‘Mocktail Bar.’
This is my favorite vanishing act.
I prefer the Mocktail Bar,
as it serves me
some perfect, messy bursters:

FIRST: THE SEA BREEZE DRINK

Its sips take me to
a massive beachside house,
all glass and shining wood,
diamond sea sprayed in a blinding sun.
The pink prawns on a barbecue skewer,
and the butterscotch-limbed blondes
you never saw.

From the warmth of the beach, my journey shifts to a new landscape.

SECOND: FRENCH 75

Its sips take me to
the dazzling streets of the 60s!
Where the fortunes and good intentions
keep the essence of generosity alive.
Where even the bombarded structures
serve homely vibes.
Where the warmest item of clothing
in winter, it is just a sweatshirt,
and simplicity is a key element.

The whirlwind of the past calms and the drink leads me somewhere deeper.

THIRD: BLUE SHOE DRINK

Its sips take me to the
blue and eventually more bluish
depths of the sea.
Where the ‘Jellyfish’ shows me the way.
Where decency proliferates
and peace is eternal.
Where you don’t regret
any aftermath.

The sea has healed me, and now it’s time to return to reality.

I ordered all three,
and with every sip, the world seemed a little softer,
the colors are a bit brighter.
As the cab took me home,
in the mirror of the rearview,
I saw my reflection smile
maybe that’s all the answer I needed."
The vanishing act had done its work
I could finally breathe again.
The healing wasn’t in the drinks,
but in letting go of what I thought I needed.

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