CANDY
SMELLS LIKE SEX AND CANDY
There is candy in the lobby Huge piles of it But
it is not free Little $3 signs sit beside curated bowls
At first you miss the signs +thinking it’s free a happiness
comes over you +your 59 yr. old brother the likes of which
you have never seen
It’s like winning the lottery Finally free candy after
years of pilfering from the corner store Money doesn’t
grow on trees they said Well neither does candy +a kid
can’t live on chocolate matzah alone
Here the coloured wrappers on high end candy bring back
ennui Instantly Later when the complimentary limo forgets
to pick you up you stand in the dark with gangs approaching
For hours The manager says: TAKE SOME CANDY ! And
you do Handfuls stuffed in pockets In a sock One fits into your
shoe
The two of you sit with lizards near palm trees in the soulless hotel
for millennials who must have candy close by at all times (google
Google’s workplace) And you gorge on Snickers +O Henrys Finally
free of nagging feelings of underachieving +untold fantasies of your
minds resurfacing
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SPRING 2017
songanddancegirl 