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