Yes, I had asked to try all the flavors and textures
But when she served up Full Moon Cinnamon Palo Santo Blackberry Italian Sorbet with Sage Coconut Chips
I didn’t quite know what to do with it.
It seemed dangerous.
Consulting the experts is futile
in situations like this because
there are no experts.
And so I do the only thing that seems reasonable—
take two heaping scoops worth
with whip cream and a Salah-berry on top
down to the beach
and gobble it up
And because ice cream likes being worshipped
and my tongue likes worshipping
I enjoy the hell out of it
as if it’s my first time
tasting this strange and exquisite flavor—-
because it is.
And also might be my last.
I’ll worry about the calories later.
Rumi and the Shadow 