Dear Grapefruit: February 7, 2013Posted by indigobunting in Uncategorized.
I have to quit you.
Baby, I don’t want to. There are two of you down in my fridge right now, all round and red and juicy. There’s a half gallon jug I haven’t even opened.
I want you so bad.
But the doctor’s put me on this drug, and the one thing it denies me is you. You are too powerful. You jack up the dose.
No more quick swigs. No more of that fabulous rye/grapefruit cocktail Tim’s been mixin’. And damned if I didn’t just buy a $14 bottle of grapefruit bitters.
Oh sweet and bitter grapefruit, doctor says maybe I just need to take this stuff in the winter months. I cling to hope and console myself with the dream of a hot, succulent summer reunion.
It’s not you. It’s not even me, I swear it.
I am gonna ache for you as much as ever.