Ice cream on a cone, any flavor
We eat quickly, greedily while it’s cold
Feeling its integrity and texture with our tongues
Sweet and sloppy, it melts in the heat
Softening the hard edges of our waffle cone
We hurry to finish, savoring,
left sticky, and wanting more.
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Glenn Brown
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts7 days ago in Longevity
Comments (3)
Great description of ice cream cones and I could taste it - not my fave, but always in a cup, never a cone, but my friends all want that cone!!
Im always left a little sticky wether i want more or not! Fantastic work! Loved your poem!
Aww! Sweet poem! ✨