There is a popsicle stain on the pants I bought to take to college
That is what I get for being impatient.
Had I worn different pants; had I not eaten the popsicle,
But I fall in love every time I open my freezer door –
colored corn syrup
clear food dye
100% not juice
I often think that popsicle flavors are calls to children’s imaginations and stabs to the adult psyche
Red is not a flavor, but a color
And yet to me, it tastes like strawberries or cherries
But I know strawberry and cherry are just code for red 40
I love it when the flavor is unrecognizable: “blue”
Blue tastes like blue raspberry
Blue raspberry is not a fruit
Then blue berry it must be, but if it were – blue berry – I would know.
It would taste nothing like blue raspberry