8/1/2023 Poetry by Victoria ZeollaGerry Dincher CC
If I Tell You I Don’t Drink Would you still invite me out? I’d love to split some nachos, share a laugh, while you order a favorite cocktail, wine something with a little umbrella. Don’t mind me sipping water, it’s just that my husband can’t drink ever since cancer fucked up his insides. We’re a pact, him and I. But mostly, I don’t drink because my dad got swept out to sea. I watched him gasp for air, struggling to fight the waves, watched until the light disappeared from his eyes. Despite his swimming, he never made it back to shore. If I tell you I don’t drink, it’s because when I stand beside the ocean I won’t dare dip my toe in. Victoria Zeolla is a writer, wife, and mom from Pittsburgh, PA. She can regularly be found talking to herself as she drafts her next novel. You can find her on Twitter @VictoriaZeolla Comments are closed.
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