dash
Self-Mythology
 
ice
          cream scooping

Do you remember when we kissed, cold-
tongued, eating strawberry ice cream on the pier;
the whole sky a gullís shrill scream, the sea  
grey and untelling, the boardwalk a film set
cardboard cutout, our silhouettes the only two
holding ice creams
 
Sometimes I wonder if each time you taste  
that flavour: chemical pink, sucrose sweet,
I am summoned to your mind  
like some kind of goddess
of artificial fruit 

Zoe Raven


If you have any thoughts on this poem, Zoe Raven would be pleased to hear them.

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