popsicle
You remind me of a popsicle.
Specifically, a cucumber-jalapeƱo paradox-sicle
from Las Paletas on 12 South in 2002 Nashville
Seeking relief form the the hot wet air
pressed against every inch of summer
Cold fire and bright sweet green,
frozen mercy in the lead with heat hot on its heels.
and it hurt and the only thing that helped
was more.
and sometimes the only cure for what hurts
is more
And I just kept going, because the only thing
that eased the pain was more and more and more
feeding the blaze to soothe the burn
and so I kept going - kept licking - kept licking
And then it was gone,
and I was alone in the park,
with sticky hands and a mouth on
fire




such a word, such a desire ~ more
Wow firecrackers and taste buds up in flamesā good one thh