A Sweet Tooth for the Theatrical

You know that feeling

After all your parents 

Friends go home

And you can finally gorge yourself

On the leftover sweets

.

Or like waiting in a line

On a hot summer day

A handful of sweaty coins

Held in your 8-year old palm

Waiting to get a popsicle from the ice cream truck

.

Or sitting at the edge

Of your kitchen counter

As your mom puts the cookies

In the oven

And hands you the leftover cookie dough

.

Don’t forget about the things

That are sweet to your mind

And not just your tongue

.

Like the first time you heard that song

That made you want to dance

And keep dancing until

The party ended

But the song was still playing in your head

.

Or the smell of the orange

As you took a bite

Even though its half peeled

And the juice

Streams sticky down your face

.

Or the feel of a hand

Uncomfortably warm

But only because

It’s wrapped in yours

And you hold on tighter

.

The feeling is absurdly sweet

And never loses its bite

A timeless quality

That lives on in memories

A sweet tooth

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