Tired means trouble resisting
chocolate chips at my elbow
sweet sugar siren song break
-out my face, little red mounds
like Dots aching below mouth
watering for c-a-n-d-y, damn
the Easter Bunny and damn
the makers of caramel eggs
the way my heart patters
when I smell my child's breath
warm wind of Starbursts and laughter.

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