I mixed the chopped Korean Pears, cayenne,
the honey, orange juice, the lemon zest,
molasses first then setting it aside
I cut the pineapple, the peaches, grapes,
bananas… voices chime in: grandma, dead
for twenty years, suggests coconut,
some celery, and marshmallows that with
some Hellman’s Mayonnaise would lighten, add
illumination, brightness rather than
the earthy darkness of the marinade
I made before. Uncomfortable with
the now, the past, my past, our past bemoans
extrapolations, innovations, strange
miscegenations, fusions seeking dreams,
idyllic notions that have never been.
I do not want a Waldorf Salad can’t
you see? I want sober realities.
I want what’s in my house right now. So, past
hallucinations, add some blueberries
and pecans, maybe raspberries as well—
we are creating something new (thank God).