As A Child I Ate Paint Chips

Part of a series I wrote on childhood, very light and airy.

 

As A Child I Ate Paint Chips

By Jessica Gleason

 

 

Oh tasty paint chips!

                        Metallic, flaky and more than likely

                                    poison 

                                    --hardly a deterrent.

           

                        Delightfully mischievous

to the taste, perhaps this is why mother

                                    has forbidden me to indulge! O tasty

                       

                                                paint chips! Sitting perfectly

                                                            chilled and lying in wait

                                                                        on the windowsill buffet. No one else

 

                        has savored you

                        since we started our nefarious affair

                                    those few days ago.

 

                                    No one. You’re mine.