Marshmallow

Marshmallow Memory Poem

High School French Teacher asks class,"Any word you need translated?""Professeur de Madame s'il vous plaît dites-moi comment dire marshmallow en français?"She looks at me strangely."Ask another question," is her answer.
There is a french word.She never enjoyed the sweet smoky taste of perfect roastedguimauve.

Joy of beach palette fire.Fetch near the dumpsters. Haul hangs out of the trunkpray Sheriff doesn't spot withthe wood bumping in the back.Seven girls and five seat belts. Before videos of crash dummies.Friends protect sugar from fire.Sparks flash to the night sky.Chic hand me downs. Tissue pad the bra.Pray Valentine arrives.There's a Saint for that.Posse jammed in a Plymouth Valientare Princesses in their own rightmakers of finest Parisian guimauve.