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cavities & (after)life -- with explanation
by Mainon A SchwartzHeaven tastes of vanilla: remember me
Crowned with ice-cream sundaes,
Hot fudge running down my cheeks
And staining our laughter with stickiness?
Waking was sweet, for all the frosted sunlight
Had sprinkled itself in our hair while we slept.
You looked ready to be eaten with a spoon.
Now your body looks up at mine, depressed
with grass and stone. I remember that death
Fills one's mouth with a saccharine edge:
Yours the soul of a pomegranate, stolen;
Mine choked me with the taste of cherry.
Funny, now even dentists make me think of coffins;
Their fluoride treatments are preparations for
Suicide. Bite down, dear--the clock is perishing. 11/23/2003 Author's Note: Flavors are so defined by context. Sweetness can be heavenly-- or it can be a sickly sweetness associated with death, or poison. The catch is, of course, that you have to die before you get to heaven. So which association sticks with you? And with which arena do those left behind identify your sweetness?
Posted on 11/24/2003
Copyright © 2024 Mainon A Schwartz
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 11/24/03 at 04:12 AM This is a very interesting verse. The way you mix sweets with death makes for a very unique juxtapostion. There are many different levels in which you could read this. The dentist takes on a weird mortician quality that is both eerie and surreal. Great read that takes the reader through a very twisted journey. Awesome. |
| Posted by David Neubauer on 11/24/03 at 08:42 PM Sad rememberance that decay has a sickly sweetness about it... |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 11/25/03 at 10:55 PM wow. there is so much i could say about this piece, so much that i could delve into. so much that i could hit and sing, and take, and bend, and breathe, and blend. so much that i could sa. but all i can do is exhale. and that's more than gorgeous to me. |
| Posted by Lindsay Sanders on 11/26/03 at 09:31 PM wow. you set my mind swimming. wow. |
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