Black Licorice Poem by Delilah Miller

No.
The word is so unpleasant, sweet
most like black licorice.
Some women chew it slowly and roll it off their tongues.
The girls will spit it out...
More often, I gulped down the bite
and later, vomited disgust.
I am going to forget on a dance floor tonight;
you dislike the darkened city's street.

Just no.
That's the night when...
Well, when the city's horizon is too bright
that in comparison, your eyes are anemic.
I think, 'It isn't so...
You're not so eager, '
and I let that awful taste
slip from between my lips
into your soul's gaping wastebasket.