HOUR 1: EIGHT YEARS OLD

Eight years old and
Frozen in a candy store

Aromas of cherry
And licorice

Wrap around me
Like a corset

I’m crushed in
An avalanche

A flood of colors
A cascade of chocolate

This deluge
This ocean

This bottomless
Pit of possibilities

While my sister
Gently without hesitation

Cinderella-esque
Chooses just one

Steps to the register
Her eyes neither right nor left

And I feel like shit
While my mother says

“Hurry up, Leroy.
There are people behind you.”

4 thoughts on “HOUR 1: EIGHT YEARS OLD

  1. Wonderfully relatable!! I like how you establish all the temptations – lace like a corset, cascade of chocolate; cascade, deluge, ocean – how you take it all in and thus are stilled into indecision. Well done! Thank you.

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