“Saccharine” by Nicole Grisham

Saccharine

By Nicole Grisham

Remember that time we were
in that room and I looked you
in the eyes?
Straight up blue on brown action and I
could see your thoughts ticking up there,
thinking about what I was thinking about (or maybe
not at all, the light
was kind of crappy).
You could probably smell the sickeningly sweet scent
of adoration coming off of me like that shitty
perfumed lotion that always comes in vanilla or brown sugar.
So warm and heady, like a hug from a brown mother
or the first taste
of sweet potato pie, creamy and decadent like the chocolate
swirl of fudge in vanilla bean ice cream.
Or melted marshmallow on gooey Hershey’s chocolate squished between
cinnamon graham crackers.
The round wave of sandalwood and cocoa butter,
always sticking on your clothes once you leave the store, always easily
detected.