sweet

By Sarah Levin

Gentle evenings appear as if they 

Are always so missed and longed 

For, since each second is used up to 

Its ability to press deeper into the 

Cushions and your shoulder and 

In one solid moment, we are okay 

And the TV quietly, screaming an episode 

Of some show we don’t watch, but I focus on how

The reflected light hits your eyes 

And you ask me with full sincerity 

Softly spoken, dying voice 

“Want something sweet?”

Like this moment isn’t already the 

Most cavity inducing moment of my life.