I have this awful habit of trying things twice
to remind myself why

I didn't like them in the first place.

For example: watermelon.
I know that I hate watermelon

for being a watery styrofoam excuse
for a fruit, yet I still take a slice

at summer picnics to reiterate to myself
what the problem is.

The real trouble with this habit comes in
with people.

I knew I didn’t like the acidic taste of his name
in my mouth, but I came back a second time.

To double-check. To ask my heart
if she was sure.