Mint Julep

earrings rest tessellated

against my neck with a blotched mole

on either side

the sound of thoughts play on

a symphonic triangle

carry their way through the room

pointed jewelry travels toward

peach-fuzzed navel in a crop top,

linear niagara and all,

toward hips widened, reassigned–

having bore–moving

my granny and her

arrowhead plant potted against

that mint green house in Alachua

rest on my mind

I’d sit on cinder blocks with Grandad

eat butter pecan ice quarts

peaches and butterscotch

be let in on unimpeachable

secrets that evade memory

and paper and ground –

a lesson for accepting

impermanence