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This poem was published by Eskimo Pie in February. Check out the poem and Eskimo Pie too!
The Drop Off
your sex trapped me.
My fresh curls could not
compete with you aged mounds
of flesh I did not desire.
The fruity bubble gum should
have told me all:
the sickly melon perfumed
my car, ate at my stomach,
eroding my alliance,
down to a sugary decay of
falsehood and cunning.
Thinking nothing of sticky fly traps,
I shared my soda and
Instead of cookies, you offered love
and, of course, your sex
as the sugar started to saturate,
The friend you left behind —
not the one that offered you a ride,
the one you had in me–
dashed off her fears and turned the key.
Sweetly, I spurned your desires,
but with all the sugar everything
I dropped off your unfulfilled
desires at your doorstop.
You will come to me again,
but I will not be there.
I’ve thrown away all of my candy.