pink lemonade is still so decadent,
it might have been manna, like
a Ninja Turtle popsicle which tastes of
soft cardboard, though at least its eyes are gumballs,
and you’ve held not just pennies
in your life.
yet you’ll never be quite as decadent again
as the soft cardboard of a palace waiting for the touch of
a full 80 piece art set (non-professional)
a dented, stubble-metal box,
and pronged marker caps.
in your life,
you’ll remember the touch of the
pliant plastic of sparkly Cinderella slippers,
recall their texture,
never their shape nor