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Lime Ricky [129]

Lime Ricky

Ricky wanted to climb back into the lime soda,
its green placenta abandoned, its womb empty.
Ejected after its fizz popped and its water broke--
covering everything in reach with limey froth--
Ricky groped around, gasping for breath.
He was a land animal now, no longer a swimmer
embraced by lime-green jism. He looked around.
There was no glass of rum waiting for a jinn,
a squirt of citrus, an orphaned man. He jumped,
as if he could squeeze back into the bottle,
hanging on as I took his picture. But as we all know,
once birthed, we can never re-enter the womb.

K Enga (10.junio.2017) [174.129] /30:10.1/