Candy Hearts

I hate going to the dentist.

They ask too many questions then roll their eyes when I answer;

Dusty red fingertips, orange stained tongues,

fluorescent wrappers colored my childhood.

 

Crinkling bags my dinner bell,

lemon cookies and everfresh our meal,

My place was always set in mama’s bed.

 

The Kool-Aid colored smiles

Shared between the two of us  

Rotted my teeth but nurtured our bond

Our laughs like vanilla on my aching teeth 

 

Not much else mattered 

When the ingredient list was the recipe to easy Saturday mornings.