Absinthe Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

Hemmingway’s ghost
is floating like ice in my Absinthe.
I feel the need to confess.
War stories bore me, so I’ve only read
one of his novels, ‘Garden of Eden’
where a woman went crazy on
her honeymoon & turned into a man.
“Catharsis,” he says.
“I drank to forget. You drink to remember.”