Ale 8 Sestina

I have an addiction.

It’s the sound of an opening pop

and the cool ginger fizz of an Ale 8.

The glass bottle

makes a homey decoration, too.

I have a 6-pack in my fridge, just sitting there.

But I’ll have to leave it there.

I have to leave my addiction

and my stuffed animals, too.

It’ll be the beginning of something new, a pop

of color on an old canvas. The green glass bottle

will only hold the sweet fizzing memories of an Ale 8.

I’m gonna miss it, the refreshing taste of an Ale 8.

It’s tingle hits just the right spot. Right there

on the back of your tongue. I’ll have to bottle

it up in my thoughts. Its good to flee from an addiction,
right? You’re free. You pop

out of your old self and into someone new, too.

I can’t bring everything to

wherever I go. I can’t bring Ale 8

onto a plane, but perhaps on a train. But my soda pop

will be in my fridge, waiting for me there.

Besides, my lack of that addiction

can bring a new memory to be held in a new bottle.

It’ll be shiny. It’ll be beautiful. A glass bottle

full of bubbling laughter to

create a brand new addiction.

But nothing can replace a trusty Ale 8.

It’ll be waiting there

for me at home, to open it up and hear the pop.

The resounding ring of that pop

marks the sound of an open bottle.

Only at home can you drink it. There

is your quiddity, your haecceity, so what brings you to

want to, to dream of, replacing your Ale 8?

You never really can lose an addiction.

Its time to leave the soda pop behind you.

To leave the green glass bottle, holding your addiction.

But the cool ginger fizz of an Ale 8 will always be there in your home.

For my revisions I fixed an enjambment that broke up the sestina format. I also changed/added a few words to evoke more imagery within the sestina as well as a couple places where the thoughts didn't completely run together.