Oh,
forbidden one.
A microscopic amount
willingly placed on my tongue
will send me straight
to my safe place.
Sitting in that place makes it all better.
My insides might be destroyed
but that peanut butter chocolate swirl
gave my tastebuds a much-needed beating.
You brainwashed me
at the lactose-free ice cream
section of the frozen food freezers.
Someone or something
had placed you there
knowing that a rushed shopper
like myself would only glance at the label.
A prank or a crime.
Someone blessed with too much time.
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