Sugar cookies
Never hiding their ingredients
like oatmeal cookies.
Honest:
your partner pulling you aside,
the sermon growing guilt.
Sugar:
the leather chair.
the stereo, the limo and the stock market.
If left to self
feeds bacteria on its hell-bent way
to the center of our teeth.
About the author
I live with my wife, an artist, in Indianapolis. Besides poetry, I like to take photographs, read books, travel overseas, and listen to news/political podcasts, college lectures and classic literature. You can read about my approach to poetry on my poetics page. To stay in touch, follow me on Twitter or connect on a variety of other social networks.
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