deep in the back back
back of the cupboard
pull out the drawer and open
the box
hear the pop, snap of the door
the beep boop boop
2 Mins of cracking
it comes out smelling DELICOUS
and the kids all scooch over
on the couch
because you’re the
coolest babysitter

it sits in the window
your friends are scared
so you walk up to the counter
and ask the boy for
one large bucket, three icees
and he smiles and winks
and flirts
and your friends giggle
and are scandalized
because you’re so young
and he’s not
and he asks if you want
butter or salt
and you say yes, lots
even though you know
later you’ll feel sick

on tables by the door
he grabs you a bag to share
you look around and see
your friends on the bleachers
and run to join them
scooching over to make room
and you watch whatever
lifetime inspirational moment
they want you to see
surrounded by those
you care about
and trade comments with him
in hushed voices
just like you trade the bag