The Dough in the Sky

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Clutching his mother’s bony back
the child looked up at the perfectly spherical
dough hovering over his head.

“Mommy, I’m hungry. I want to eat that bread up there,”
he pointed into the night sky. As the mother
felt the boy’s bones rub against her shoulders,

she cried silently under the bright glow.

Dear Gummy Bear

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you told me you were
once red, yellow, green,
blue and one time,
one December Solstice,
you even became clear,

almost invisible. lost.

gummy bears don’t cry,
i reminded you.
but you just sank deeper
and deeper into the bag of
red, yellow, green and blue
and died.

you loved me
and hurt me
but loved me.

Yours truly,
gummy bear