Ode to Diet Soda

by John Muth

BUBBLING BLACK
Goddess of aspartame,
You are the balm of my guilt,
The foil to a bag of greasy takeout,
A shield against the high-fructose dragon of despair.
 
I can taste you for hours,
Sweet oblivion,
You wash away the taste of pork rinds,
Dilute the memories of deep-fried ecstasy.
 
My low-calorie lover,
Sting my lips
But comfort my mind,
Convince me it's not self-delusion,
And I'll repeat your name throughout the day.

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