Sugar

a poem

You put sugar all over your scrambled eggs (accidentally) And kissed your best friend in the cubbies (accidentally?)

Your collection of metro cards a prized possession You keep a list of boys you’ve kissed and the cities where you met them

You took up smoking You go to the movies alone You stand at your window until your fingers burn frozen In tears over the very same songs that you sang alone when you were seventeen

Is this what it’s like to live in paradise?

Forever a lump in your throat Keeping your words like a collection For no one to read

A bottomless pit rotting in your chest 11pm, every night Without fail