Recipe

My ex-girlfriend's dad looked
like the Tapatio man but not
as hot. Her mom reminded me
of that raisin lady, bags full
with wrinkly grapes. My ex seduced
me with her dried spiciness.

My dad was the Kool-Aid man,
intrusive and couldn't say no. Mom,
Mrs. Buttersworth. Nothing
prevented me from becoming
a slow moving, obnoxious child.

These family recipes
didn't mix. Add baking
soda and vinegar.