my kingdom for an eclair

i see the leftover

shrimp

in a bowl

in the fridge, 

cold and lifeless

in their

pink jackets, covered

loosely

with plastic.

but they're not speaking

to me.

it would feel like

a disappointing snack.

where's

the cake

for God's the sake,

the ice cream,

the bag of cookies?

where have all

the sweet treats gone,

my kingdom for an eclair, 

i kindly ask.