Homemade Treat
We had no flour, just a few eggs,
but you wanted to make a cake,
so I gathered things on hand:
wheat pieces of Lucky Charms
crushed with fists, mine and yours,
to form our flour; the cereal detritus
of blue crescents, purple horseshoes,
other marshmallows saved for later;
lard from a jelly jar holding drippings
so the raggedy sink won’t clog again.
Blend the goop battered by hand
then bake enough without burning.
Yes, we fear the taste of this thing
we made. We praise it all the same.
We make do with tiny marshmallows,
instead of frosting, pressing them in.
We laugh before picking off hearts
small, pink, sweet, all we dare to eat.
Ronnie Sirmans is an Atlanta digital media editor whose poems have appeared in UK-based publications Blackbox Manifold, Peeking Cat Poetry, Three Drops from a Cauldron, Dublin-based Impossible Archetype, and various US journals. He finds joy in reading poetry.
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