—A grapefruit ghost traced in silver fizz; present, then gone, leaving only its after image.

The glass was tall, its walls of mist,
a citrus sigh, a salted wrist.
Tequila spoke in whispered tones,
then vanished through the sparkling stones.

Grapefruit bloomed, then folded fast,
a fading note, a fleeting cast.
Each sip pursued what wasn’t there,
a phantom’s hand, a vacant stare.

The drink grew clearer as you drank,
each swallow deeper, glass more blank.
You reached the end, but found instead
a thirst returned, a ghost you fed.

The phantom leaves, yet still it calls:
its echo stains the empty walls.

📜 Phantom Paloma – The Recipe

Instructions:
Lightly salt half the rim of a highball glass. Add tequila, grapefruit, lime, and agave syrup. Build over ice, top with soda water, and give a gentle stir. Garnish with grapefruit wedge. Serve before it disappears.