I’m sorry to your craft beer, but I scan the cocktails.
It’s not that I want a fruity drink- I just can’t pass the citrus.
I’ve seen berries turn what’s sweet to sweeter, then melt to nothing,
but my mandarin soul could make the stoics pucker.
My tangerine spine will take up space when it feels sour.
My clementine memory can linger long enough to turn
the most pretentious coffee bitter. My orange juice
could spoil your taste for peppermint fresh in just one grungy night.
The lemon in soul can preserve guacamole. The pineapple in my heart
could break the toughest chicken down. My lime veins are always getting
kissed by bourbon’s hottest fires. My grapefruit blood bathes in coconut’s milk.
I’m sure you’ve heard that I can’t make up my mind, but I can make my mind into
any of the things that I will always open myself to. I will let you peel my
layers by yourself. My love will drip down your skin. You would have to wash
me off to forget me, but you will never want to wash me down- And depending
on which version of me you choose, you can’t even do it if you try.
*First published in The Fulminare Review
2 thoughts on “Sugar and Acid”
Oh man, now I’m gleeking
Hahaha, thank you! Always glad to cause a reaction.