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.