if the sky were cotton candy, you’d be the sprinkles
that dot the air, a confetti of color.
storms of chunky cookie dough gobble you up,
tasting your inner rainbow.

black licorice and dark chocolate threaten your sweetness,
and you invent new flavors: savory, salted, smoky.
metamorphosis: black sprinkles live in the sky,
and it is so damn beautiful.