(on the announcements this morning...)

You were the words they spoke over the loudspeaker,
Their voices hidden behind its scratchy exterior, and I knew
You were only there because it was the easiest way to get your
Message out (There's nothing better, nothing better than free
Advertising) and I shook my head and your superficiality and
How when I asked you couldn't remember the color of the sky or the
Taste of popsicles, or the scent of the grass beneath the
Tire swing we swung on when we were kids.

for crystal who likes popsicles