The Honeysuckle Seekers

we put sweetness in a jar that spring 
under the mulberry tree in the corner of 
the schoolyard branches desperately reaching over 
the metal fence

they had to take that tree out a couple years after 
we left the roots tried to burrow under the concrete but 
some places aren’t meant for growth 

we’d sit there at recess rushing to 
our spot from the cafeteria table where we’d braid grass into 
bracelets and toss mulberries back and forth 

we weren’t cool but we didn’t care we had 
each other to sneak under fences and explore the scraggly woods
behind the school before the bell 
rang then we’d straighten our skirts and sigh walking 
back to the colorless classroom 

i don’t remember whose idea the honeysuckle jar was just that 
we wanted to drink pure joy before we 
parted off to different floors, schools states, and continents 

we’d pull out the mason jar each recess climbing 
through weeds and hanging upsidedown on monkey bars dirtying 
our shirts in our quest for white and gold 

we ate too many mulberries one time and got sick but 
laughed about it sometimes the boys took our spot and we fought 
with them yelling from below the tree I was 
fiercer than anything those days 

we loved each other well 
you see I didn’t meet love like that again for 
a while most of us are queer now which is to 
say weird kids a decade later 
seeking sweetness despite the concrete

we couldn’t fill the jar each honeysuckle flower yielding
a single drop we only got an inch of nectar at
least we could see it 
pinkorange liquid sweetness 

i think we split it each getting a quarter 
of a sip sitting under the tree one last 
time closing our eyes to let the moment linger
a little longer in our mouths

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