By Jenn (wardenchick@yahoo.com)
Date: 28 January 2000

Once

         Once, 
    you were my cold beer
    on a hot summers day.
           Once, 
 you were my steak 'n' potatoes
after a lifetime of Kraft Dinner
             and grilled cheese.
    But somehow you've become
       salt and iodine
          on my 
            open wound.