April 13

Five Minute Poem

The poison sugar pulls me in,

whispers don’t worry you are thin

enough for one more cookie one

more caramel sticky bun.

I turn my face and eat a plum

I run around the block again

but I get back and there’s the hum

of homemade pear tartin

calling from the counter, eat!
I’m so delicious, so damned sweet!

You won’t regret one little bite

even if your jeans are tight.

I take a bite, and then another,

and then I’m at the peanut butter,

dropping on it chocolate chips,

and then some cool whip, just for kicks.

(set the timer for a 5 minute poem—this is where I ran out of time)