yellow mood

comfort is acidic

when i was a kid,
i ate mustard out of a bowl.
no pretzel.
no hot dog.
no reason.

just yellow.
sharp.
alive.
like my taste buds knew something i didn’t yet.

now when i’m sad,
i still do it.
just a little.
just enough
to remind myself
that i can handle sour things.

even crave them.
seems to be a pattern
that i
can’t stop
repeating.

xoxo (the mustard i’ve been eating is past its best by date), rach