Valentines Day 1960
My name is Melanie
it tastes of butterscotch,
warm and creamy
melting sweet in my mouth.
When I read my name I hear music,
in a scroll of rolling notes and vowels,
all round sound: aaaa oooo eeee yes!
If you call me Mel, I feel large and cold,
A hard, greasy block
of butter hacked in half.
Mel burdens me but I’m used to it.
If you call me Sweetheart
My heart skips, my veins flush warm;
and when my feet get hot I will run away.
Melanie Alcorn, age 14