“You look just like a suga cookie, guh.”
I’ve always been a midnight snacc,
Someone’s indulgence.
A craving
For uncontoured rounded sides,
For you to mold and burn.
You take a bite and leave.
Bring that yella frosting here,
You whisper.
A mosaic of my ancestors
Is now your fetish.
A cavity to flirt with,
You fill the hollowness with a sticky mixture.
