August Marmalade

Typically orange, but today a sour lemon.

A sour lemon, with a whisper of banana Laffy Taffy.

Lucious golden locks, urine is trickling.

Silent snickers 6:47, saffron horizon peeping ahead.

I appear as the daffodils sprouting when the air turns to spring. However,

faded. Faded ancient paper, disintegrating with every fingerprint.

A flashing traffic light— slow down or speed up? Double highway lines

a forcefield

of sight

I am scribbled on post it notes, shoved between pages

sticky from August marmalade.

Baby's buttons splashing in a pool of honey.

AMC butter popcorn, greasy like the trusted

Maybelline mascara tube.