Disclaimer: this isn’t a poem lol.
Lemons are bitter.
Lemons make your water taste better.
Lemons are refreshing.
Lemons destroy your enamel.
Is lemon a fruit?
I used to drink lemon juice a lot.
I wonder if it helped my metabolism.
I used to hold hands in hoodies.
I miss that.
I still have Polaroids taken by the boy I liked.
I have many Polaroids.
I used to talk about grapes and lemons and mangos.
Prague. Czech Republic. Strings. Ferries. Coaches. Bratislava. A bottle of Vodka.
A grey inflatable pillow.
I never drank lemon juice when I travelled.
My lemon morphed into a monster.
Innocence turned into a stranger?
Bubbles. Tight fists. Nervous fidgeting.
Younger. It’s only one year.
America is far. New york is far. Colorado is far. LA is so far. Hawaii is so far.
Immature not ready= hurt & anger.
The continent stands next to a bohemian dress.
I loved my lemon.
I wonder if lemons know what love is.
Mango surrenders to the lemon.
Love? Hahahahahaha. Thank you.
No thank you.
My legs are a cocoon. The secrets are now mine.
Basement kitchens. A hand fits in my back pocket.
This won’t make sense.
It makes no sense to me. But I understand it.