The Macaroons Have Gone Sour (And So Has My Appetite)

Devilishly delectable

and demonically addicting,

I’d devour them one by one

until I made my belly full with

s i c k.

After having enough,

I left all the crumbs there on my plate.

Those sweet, plump delicacies

had been crafted all wrong:

half-baked and tart enough to ruin teeth.

No longer delicious

and alarmingly unappealing,

I left them out for the crows to peck.

For their warbles to sound a burial march.

My most infectious craving

nothing more these days

than disdain and disgust.

I leave these treats to woo the Parisians, those already drunk on love’s charms

and sugary sweet spells.

They no longer satisfy here,

where they are only able to melt

in the east coast sun,

turning American soil

to embitterment.