(should i be ashamed to admit that)
i wish my mother had held me as tightly
as paper once held the candy she’s suckling,
like the baby-in-a-basket case she is become?
and it sounds silly, i know
but the ache is louder even than the crackle of another bonbon unwrapped.
i think i might be crazy,
but for a moment i wonder if i might be loved someday
if suddenly i were peach-flavored