By Misti Velvet Rainwater mvrain@schreiner.edu
Date: 10 November 1997

Different Flavors

Love comes in many different wondrous flavors
   some sweet 
  some sour
 and let me say that every flavor I've ever tasted 
    has made me deathly sick
 this is not a Monkees song
      a Frankie and Annette flick
  (God, how I wish I was that innocent, that stupid, that pure)
this is not five minutes in a photo booth at the mall
    (if only I had some quarters left)
  this is the cold objectivity of hindsight
 the memoirs of a woman scorned and scarred
    (would it be exaggeration to say that every man I have ever loved
       was a misogynist?)
     ...there was the stoner at Job Corps who went by Taz
  although he was white trash and a bit overweight he felt superior
  enough to little ole me to list my flaws on a regular basis
   ...there was the Army stud who enlisted me to pleasure him
 when his girlfriend wasn't around
...and the stranger who took It away from me one night when I was 
drunk and stoned (he called me to see if I had crabs)
...the married guy who hated his wife and loved me for 3 nights
...the teenage delinquent who forgot me when his girlfriend beckoned
  AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST...the bisexual con artist who knocked me up
and left me on welfare while he rode off into the sunset with a cute
little Houston deb.

Love comes in many flavors
   and all are poisoned.