yes, it was almost all of the candy scattered, sparkly display, strewn across the kitchen table where we ate our last meal together— portillo's—before dad left, and it's unclear to me if i would've preferred the gummy hotdogs to the real thing, but the table looked bejeweled nonetheless, wet and sweet as teeth, and if i could only sort through the mix, pass the peanut butter cups to my sister, catching her rye smile as she took in all i did not ask for, maybe i could figure out where the cavity was.
Oh, My Word! It’s not even September yet, but I am in an autumnal state of mind. Thanks for reading my poem! Leave a comment below!
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