for girls who don't drink water

sugar is a familiar feeling
and carbonation is a bit like
finding constellations
in a dark blue swimming pool.
i am tired, so I drink cold
soda to stay up all night.
I hear the stars outside my window
humming
some breathy noise
in another language.
it sounds like tap water
running.
the soda cans and plastic bottles collect in my body,
filling me with flat, florescent orange liquid.
i want to be bottled,
want to be a
never-ending-almost-morning
that tastes like clementine juice, sweet like a flower field, easier to forget
than most things.
because i am tired of making the right choices,
the tabs from the endless cans
are strung onto a long thread
and worn as necklaces.