Sugar
a poem
Published in
Feb 16, 2022
You put sugar all over your scrambled eggs (accidentally)
And kissed your best friend in the cubbies (accidentally?)
Your collection of metro cards a prized possession
You keep a list of boys you’ve kissed
and the cities where you met them
You took up smoking
You go to the movies alone
You stand at your window until your fingers burn frozen
In tears over the very same songs that you sang alone when you were seventeen
Is this what it’s like to live in paradise?
Forever a lump in your throat
Keeping your words like a collection
For no one to read
A bottomless pit rotting in your chest
11pm, every night
Without fail
