Biting Deliciously Into Bittersweet
A poem in snapshots
Lately…
Lately, my mind wanders to vignettes of my past. A taste, a moment of curiosity — a new experience.
I purred. Or hissed.
Lapped it up like a pussycat.
Meow.
That black-and-white eenie weenie teeny tiny spaghetti-strapped polka-dotted dress I wore in my 20s and 30s.
Sitting at the martini bar wishing I was cool as everyone else.
Pretending.
Traipsing across campus corner. OU. College days. Jungle Jims and patchouli; Guatamalen backpacks and hackeysacks.
Magic blondie brownies.
Victoria’s pasta primavera.
Misal’s Indian buffet for $5.95
The Sunshine Store — porn and cigarettes.
Lovelite poetry night, disco rave. Sugar’s strip club down the way.
The church in which I was baptized, St. John’s Episcopal up the street.
Church bells chiming on the hour across from the former apartment of me and my love.
Sizzle and hiss — we’ve been on fire since the night we met.
