but she is! A prisoner of her
own imagination. She’s a dollop of
whipped cream that sits on top. You think
she’s a cherry. But she’s not. She runs into

the bottom of the bowl, making
a great big pool of fuss as she goes. Mixing in
with everything that she sees. She’s as smooth
as cheddar cheese when its melted down. She’ll coat

you as if you’re a macaroni. Before you know it
you’ll be golden brown. Then she’ll spoon you out
to others, starving for a bite. Lick the plate
with you, not leaving a trace behind.