Childhood tastes like Cap'n Crunch.
Cap'n Crunch tastes
like summer
and my brother
and warm summer mornings.
Poptarts taste like Washington
like our old house
with the two steps down
to the TV room.
Grampa's house tastes like
fudge bars and enchiladas.
Enchiladas taste like springtime
and skiing
and the smell of tobacco smoke.
Fudge bars taste like
sitting on grandpa's lap
and looking at pictures of horses
and hearing his old laugh.
Seventh grade tasted like red delicious apples.
Three a day tasted like autumn
and health and running until I couldn't breathe.
Eighth grade tasted like my dogs
warm and fuzzy, not a bad smell
soothing
like hot chocolate in winter.
Lauren's house tastes like books
and anise and cats
like her curly hair and best friendship.
like Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire on repeat at sleepovers.
Like Snickerdoodle cookies and caramel coated popcorn.
What do I taste like?