Dessert This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   Dessert

Have your control.
Take it; my will, take all from me.
Scrape my insides, eat me out
Like a bowl of cookie dough.
I'm sure to you it tastes as sweet
As any Toll House batch.
And I will resist
No more than a squeaky piece
Of Tupperware.

Then when I am empty
And you are full
Perhaps you will leave me alone,
For why would you want a used bowl
With nothing left to offer?
And I will be at peace
Stacked in a low cupboard
Among other treated plastic products
Sold under the guarantee
"Unbreakable."

by A. H., Weymouth, MA


This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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