children taste the sweetest
the way I lure them in
with just the very idea of appeal
they prefer their own ideas
swimming in pink imaginations
I do not ask them questions
I give them answers
and they learn how to ask
midnights are double jeopardy
hanging shoes off of telephone wires
last week I became life without a curfew
I am shaped like tally marks
and stain like wine in infomercials

i go beneath the clothes
and carpet
i am worn,
and walked on
despite the alternating surfaces
i sizzle
and ask the fire alarms
if they are happy
to see me
again

 

__ar.

 

(This is also part of the Addictions series. this one is from the perception of the addiction – the drug/food/alcohol whatever it may be)