What is the delicious idiocy of tonight?
wherein I do the opposite of light
sway around the kitchen with sugar
and cream chilled down to the icy bone
of starlight and the freezer door ajar's breath

I sing my teeth no I sink my spirit into
the pacing around the kitchen a 5-foot arc
wherein I rise above pettiness and drink again
and probe for soft melt with my faux silver spoon
this is so good and so sweet i think like a thumb