Red Hots and Hard

Candyheart
stuck on a stick,
everybody
gets a lick,

sugar sweet
and cherry red,
rot your teeth
right out your head,

Candyheart,
who wouldn’t take
a finger to the
birthday cake?

Passed around
and getting thinner,
just enough
to spoil dinner,

wrapper blown
along the street,
gone as quickly
as they meet,

Candyheart
can catch an eye,
another hunger
passes by;

tears pooled in
a chocolate cup,
Candyheart
can’t fill them up.