the mood for something sweet,
but not
too sweet,
not gooey either, or
anything
that sticks
to my teeth. just a little
bite of something,
what's in your
purse,
dear?
perhaps a bit of chocolate,
maybe a stick of
gum?
she opens it up and pours
it onto
the table, there's
everything
under the sun.
from batteries,
to forks
and knives, maps,
a bottle of
amoxicillin,
matches,
make up and a magnifying
glass.
being deserted on an island
with her
would be no problem.
a few
pebbles of old M and M's
finally roll out,
i grab one
and say, thank you hon.
No comments:
Post a Comment