Cocktails

by Adina Rosenthal

A throw back of a Molotov
It burns something fierce.
I can only describe it
as a mellifluous mixture of
Salt
Left by sweat and tears
Ash, with its grainy reminiscence, and
Conjecture
Leaving a nebulous yet pungent aftertaste
as evanescent as it is parasitic.
Just a hiccup
on that road set aflame
as it
as I
Cascade back down.