Never did I know a fruit that beats the candy version.
But never has a candy met with finer imitation.
Chewing gum looks down on floss,
waffle sauce can’t stop your coughs;
You’re cigarettes of dissolving chalk:
your fun dip’s hiding something.
Never had a scented marker fail to have me crave it.
But rarely can I smell the fruit unless I dare not taste it.
No one likes to chew brown spots,
you skip around what flesh is soft,
icebox clean, as you forgot;
Sixteen cheeses, grilled sweet sandwich:
white bread, crustless, as demanded.
Lightning through the kitchen door: knife drawer’s falling evermore:
you fell on purpose to the floor: your brita fits: nevermore.
Your faucet broke: the kitchen sank;
desperate drawer: your kitten roar.
Thunder passes through your soul–
you’d never felt that, ever, more.
There’s no such steak eyes couldn’t conquer.