Candy Floss 

You are fleeting in a way that all good things are

you leave me with the best taste in my mouth right before disappearing 

Cotton candy in a pink martini, gone the second liquid touches it 

Thin strings wrapped around themselves playing out a thunderclap of laugher and a symphony of my name leaving your lips

Dissolving through the static of a phone call

I’d drink you up in a second if you weren’t so far away

If life had dealt me another hand

An ace of diamonds instead of a joker with teeth exposed 

Smiling through what could be in another life,
Or in a dream. 

But one always has to turn the light back on and wake up. 


Beep beep beep 

Birthday Cake

Tiered to the sky with sickening sweetness and sprinkles

the obnoxious colors of your Lisa Frank folder you had in the second grade

buy me candy turns into

buy me shots

with age

comes the realization that nobody wants to celebrate your birthday

celebrations of the self are inherently narcissistic

so people take advantage

of your life

to celebrate their own