insane thing
to eat, than cotton candy.
nothing comes to mind,
maybe sardines,
maybe liver or some strange
animal, but
cotton candy takes the cake.
it's a what the hell
moment when you first see
it as a kid
at the carnival.
sugar whipped into hairy strings,
wrapped on a paper cone.
pink, blue.
the tattooed man or woman
in the trailer booth,
glassed in, whipping it
up with a toothless smile,
just for you.
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