Sugar Honey Ice Tea

Tue, 01/30/2018 - 21:42 -- Seolee

To whom it may concern,


Girls should be sugar and spice, you said,

should shush and shuffle,
be bitten lips and held down fists,
as if ‘everything nice’ is everything.
We are what we are fed.

You’re lucky I don’t hit girls, you said,
but from where blossomed
our busted licorice lacquer lips?
Dust our eyelashes with snow sugar,
rot our mouths with gnawing sweetness

and confining chivalry,

mute our maw with molasses

because no means yes on your twisted candy tongue.


A bowl of sugar
a jar of honey
sitting behind glass on sunlit window panes
bugs breathing in amber drops, cavities captivating decay
in a candy shop of sweet acridity,
buy our silence in pennies and granules of hypocrisy,
and say, smile for me, sweetheart, darling, dearest.

Dear doe-eyed, tongue-tied, complacent convenience,

prejudice older than peppermint sticks and lemon drops,

it ain’t enough
head spinning like wounded coils

words more colorful than lollipops, gumdrops,
sweeter than lemon drops, sherbet sticks, I buy nothing
you say.


Sincerely, mine truly,
I eat what I want




This poem is about: 
Our world


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