TASTE

I do not wish to be liked
immediately 
I take time- 
an acquired taste
like drinking black coffee
for the first time
but the beans have been burnt
repeatedly

liking me immediately 
is nothing more than pretend
infatuation
with a pretty face

they hope it will rub off on them
the ones who like me immediately

Peaches & Winter

How beautifully tragic
that my favorite season
withholds my favorite 
fruit from me. 

Perhaps it's tragically beautiful

How we need seasons. 
How absence invites appreciation.

I do wish to be appreciated;  

Yellow Roses

I look much like my mother 
The apple doesn't fall far- but
If yellow roses are her favorite 
They must never enter my home. 
Because I could never be so cruel
I feel her in my bones  
I feel how easy it would be
to become her.
But it isn't in my nature. 

To have a daughter
is a chance to know magic.

If I will ever be so lucky