Sugar Bee

I am blue cheese
and minced meat
dr pepper soaking into the car seat
I am a three-day old three-meat po-boy
soaking up the microwave heat
I am a lemon tart smile
and cotton candy sweet
I am rotten fruit on the street
I am the sugar beat
but not the sugar bee
I am glucose substitutions
now obsolete
I am a leftover biscuit like concrete
I am ketchup stains on your pants pleat
I am the cute cashier's telephone number
scribbled clumsy
on the grocery receipt
I am flax
I am seed
I am wheat
I am the kind of woman
your momma tells you
you should keep.

TA