Sublimation by Melissa

Here is the poem of the day, again by my favorite poet/chick, Sugar Snit. (I hope you don't mind again.) You are too brilliant for words. We are all not worthy. Banana popsicles will never be the same.



Sublimation 4.16.10

dear entire box of banana popisicles
i am not sure how I have consumed
almost your entirety in only one
short week but I have
and you know what
you have been delicious
in an odd fake banana
flavor sort of way
you are so addictive too
there are three of you left
and I crave you
yet i know tomorrow i
will want you
so i am saving you
for tomorrow
as my reward for not
being a complete
fucking pig tonight
see
how brilliant i am?
we will discuss this
tomorrow as i
savor you.

i have no idea
how i found out
about you. it was
sometime between
third and fourth
grade. but i also
like all the tropical
flavors and so i
will cheat on you
if i get the chance
so don't get too
smug
and used to me

i am entirely
capable
of moving on
i can.
i'll do it!
don't mock!

additionally
stop tempting me
so much.
i have no idea
why i find you so
appealing.
but i do.
god its like
i need some rum
to go with you
and a boat
and an ocean
and a beach
and some sand
and a cabana
and a palm tree
and some waves
lapping at my toes
and someone
incredibly happy even
overly joyful to
serve me umbrella drinks
all day long and
maybe even
massage the
tight areas of my
neck and say
mmmmm you are
a little tense
and maybe even
put some oil
on there and
ok yah-maybe i'm
in need of some sex
and the popsicles are a way
for me to sublimate
all my oral fixations
because now i'm horny too
ok.
fine
that's it ok.
freud
are you happy.
with my poetic admission that
i never get laid and i'm in
need of some strong hands and
strong everything else right now.
well
i am.
so there ya go
thank you banana popsicles
for understanding my needs.
i'm grateful that i have
saved a few of you for my
other
oral
needs
tomorrow.
perhaps i should
invest in a larger freezer.
i have needs
you know.