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Corn Pops

by Jeffrey Parren

These Corn Pops
taste like how
my love life
has evolved.

Flavorless.

Somehow
even the milk
is neutralized
by the puffed
blandness.

And like my
love life,
these Corn Pops
have made saltines
alternately exciting.

My outpouring of love
nullifies
all feelings from
the object of my affection.

Diamonds and pearls
come from great amounts
of pressure and time.

The only thing
that comes out
of my pressure and time
is the scathed remains
of my once
beautifully red
heart.

I'm the Corn Pops
to your milk, baby.

Be ready to be flattered
and scared all at once.

My cup of love
runeth over
way too early
with far too much
confidence.

All or nothing,
I love without
my own personal regard
until I'm alone, again.

For someone
who has liked himself
so little over the years,
I sure do know
how to love.

Or perhaps,
I think I know.

I'm the 350lb
gym coach.

I'm the 100lb
executive chef.

I'm love's
Corn Pops.

05/27/2012

Posted on 05/27/2012
Copyright © 2021 Jeffrey Parren

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