Sugar Cubes

The sky is a juice box
the sun a straw hole
I’m waiting for you
to suck me up

out of this fishbowl
rough little fish I have
spikes and sharp teeth
I wonder:
is it because you’re forgetful
or sadistic that you 
refuse to feed me LED lights
especially on
the fourth of July
they dissolve before 
they get to my mouth
I figured out why:
fireworks are your sugar cubes
in your black coffee
you never could stand
to taste my bitterness
towards you
starving me. 


About RebeccaFionna

Poetess and Dragon goddess since 1992
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