why is coca-cola best served cold? cold like your mother's hands after she was done scrubbing the floor? cold like the eyes and frozen mouths of your classmates after you told them your favorite joke? cold like the sparse bits of support your father gave you? he never managed to find the words to sound genuine. did he really want to? cold like the your hamsters in shoe boxes. cold like the evening they locked you out of the house drinking. so fucking cold you got kidney damage and had to take hardcore antibiotics and it felt like your back was breaking in half. cold like the bathroom you had to lock yourself in while you had a panic attack.
is death cold to you, or is it burning hot?
