[All he drinks are suicides]

[All he drinks are suicides]

All he drinks are suicides,
schizophrenic elixirs
that let him pump his cup,

trigger after trigger,
down the length
of the soda fountain.

Our friend says it’s gross.
He shakes his head and smiles.
That’s the risk, he says,

offering me a taste.
But when I take a sip
it’s the same old sugar.