she was the queen
of ice cream.
slender and pale,
wanting a
soft or hard
dessert.
sugar cone, or
cake. no matter
the season, you
rarely saw her
without a cone
in her hand,
and a chocolate
or strawberry
smear on her chin.
you wondered
why she didn't
weigh three hundred
pounds, but she was
shy and slim,
always with the mona
lisa smile
and grin. a coupon
to dairy queen
in her purse
waiting to be
cashed in.
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