I want to be your apple cheeked,
Brown butter baby.
Sweet molasses sunshine
Sugar girl
Glistening and glazed over
eyes like the big apple
and not yet green with envy.
I envision us in environments
Evolved from the pages of 70s
Cookbooks.
Jello molded municipal courts
And spam can high rises
Spiral cut ham, cherry centers,
Fruit cocktail rivers. Red licorice lanes,
Baby,
Be sweet to me.
Can we caramelize together?
Tougher than blueberry fruit leather
And gumdrop filled rainy weather
Baby,
Be sweet to me.
Brown butter baby
You astound me
Astro sprinkled
Cream pie
darling.
Sarah is a social media manager and writer living in Chicago. She waxes poetic about giant robots and bad coffee. When not writing about sex and social justice, she’s watching anime while covered in chip crumbs. Sarah identifies as a bisexual, cis woman.