by Amye Archer
I see the toddlers again this morning
and I can barely control my urge to eat them,
I imagine the flavors of them: the brunettes tasting like fall
nutmeg, pumpkin spice, the end of something important.
the blondes sweet
like icing smuggled straight out of a can….
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Amye Archer writes at thefatgirlblog.com. She’s been published in PANK, H_ngm_n, Boston Literary, Word Riot, and more. She does not eat children.