Shefeeds me fresh-baked smiles
With swooping fingertips
I bite down.Yellow cake with white and pink frosting
Squeezes between my lips.
Ismile back at her,
wiping icing across her cheek.
With naked hands wetoss smiles
back and forth into our anxious mouths.
Like an8-year-old,
cake all over my face,
Such a mess,
Such a mess.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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