Add two large scoops of ice cream to a
glass that holds around 12 oz. or so. Add ¼ cup of spiced rum. Turn
an opened 8 oz. bottle of Cokie into the glass. Now you can top off the
cup with whipped cream, sprinkles, or whatever you like. Enjoy!
We sit on the balcony. Brown legs, brown hair. We look through books on Klimt’s art, talk about going to the museums in Wien someday. The night air is still soft and blue. “In Budapest we danced on the bridge once. I remember that. It was classic rock, we were seventeen… do you want a rum and cola?”
but when she’s drunk she’ll spill her heart out to you and tell you how you shouldn’t of kissed him, how your lips still belonged on hers even though you broke up months ago and never had the chance to hold her, she’ll cry and she’ll tell you she loves you just like she did the night you told her she meant everything to you, she likes to mix rum and Coca-Cola and along with her throw up comes everything she didn’t tell you when you loved her and all you can do is watch her throw up her heart and it hurts it really does, you hurt for her because she’s so stuck in the past and you hurt because deep down you know you don’t love her anymore.