“What does your past taste like?”

Summertime
immediately
came to mind

It was a hot place
yet damp
and it tasted like rain

you could almost
drink the air
on humid days

forcing me
to swim
down the street

to the corner store
for a chilly root beer
sink to the floor

take a long sip
with eyes closed
and head back

as I formed a child’s
concept of what
something “heavenly”
truly meant

Because dancing on my tongue
every carbonated bubble was
blissful and devine

While living
in New Orleans
In the summertime