Snapple Flavors of the Past
There was maybe a month
when I would drink nothing but
Ralph’s Cantaloupe Cocktail,
and that summer was the one
when a girl from northern Maine
became a lip balm model
and rode around on the roof
of my mint green car.
The flavor was like fake sugar
and a very cheap postcard
and not unlike cantaloupe
in the way that it only maintained
my interest for a few minutes.
Then, I wanted to swim
at midnight with the new girl
whose lips were even mintier.
That summer now serves simply
as proof that before I was a man,
I was a shitty man, and
even now I can’t deny that
my taste buds are any less immature.
Now, before I drive nowhere,
I like to buy a long tall bottle
of Stewart’s Key Lime Soda.