Peach Margaritas & Thai Disco Pop
You mentioned a floss purchase
from the most mundane grocery
store in America
and it felt personal — secular even.
Random. But I always loved that about you.
Now and then I catch myself
tiptoeing our past conversations.
Not out of spite, but out of habit.
Too ashamed to admit that I was not
brave enough, or maybe even worse —
Too stubborn to be able to accept that
it is okay to learn to love my flaws.
Funny how we always realize a little too late
to be able to undo the damage that we inflict.
Of course, everything has changed
and we have never been the same since.
But you still cross my mind
each time I pass a Dunkin Donuts,
leaving me to wonder—
whether the sugar (g)odds were
still sometimes against you.
And it mucks around in my mind —
that barricade of self-inflicted détente.
Yet I always came back for more.
Like those peach margaritas & Thai disco pop.