When I was thirteen
I built a car that ran on baking soda
and vinegar
and from all the trial runs
I learned to love the smell
and bear the taste
and even when I tasted snowflakes
they became vinegar on my tongue
and four years later
my snowflakes tasted of him
for a year and five months
before I realized it was the same taste
and I wept sour tears
realizing that I had become that
car that ran on
"you're too sensitive
you have no common sense
can't you be ..."
and then you said
"you're wonderful"
and suddenly it is honey
I lick from my lips
when I walk home in the snow.
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© Cynthia 2002.