Cranberry was my favourite until the night of the flying saucer, When an alien stepped in and stopped an overdose, Let me sleep on his ship, in his bed. Who would have thought that Marvin would have a beard?
It would have stayed my favourite if it weren't for the comic book hero Handing me another cup of tomato soup laced with vodka. He'd later turn down Eliza's plea for sex in favour of a video game —apparently Princess Peach was hotter.
Then there was a vampire who replaced cranberry with strawberry When fruity pennies met my lips, Dripping red. The bite was the least of my concerns.
Later I'd find a cure over daiquiris with friends, Solace in long stories and painful imaginings of beach-sides, Dublin, and Dwayne Until a strawberry came back up, tied a knot in my abdomen with a cherry stem And made cranberry sound good again.
Juliette Sebock is the author of Mistakes Were Made and has poetry forthcoming or appearing in a wide variety of publications. She is the founding editor of Nightingale & Sparrow and runs a lifestyle blog, For the Sake of Good Taste. When she isn't writing (and sometimes when she is), she can be found with a cup of coffee and her cat, Fitz. Juliette can be reached on her website or across social media.
