Brushing your hands
Across the orange like rocks.

Pouring your little seedling
In to the vacuuming cleaner.

When you get hot you jump up and down
like haul.

You start to smell burnt
When you rise like lava coming out of a volcano.

Your small marshmallow
Kernel body taste squashy and plan.

You start rolling down the volcano
As you land in the white dried up lake.


The many times watching you pop
The aroma of you burning
The crunching sound when I step on you.

You greasiness gets in between my toes
as I walk.
All good times as I sit with you in the movie theater.