they taste like getting out of the pool at break and all that water runs down your legs.
they taste like grabbing a beach towel with faded stripes and walking real fast
with your head down
and your arms going back and forth real fast
like in the army, only
you're not in the army,
you're racing to the
snack bar without running,
cuz that's against the rules.
milk duds taste like "snack bar" and you're standing behind a boy with
a skinny neck and freckles.
he shifts from one foot to the next
and one foot to the next,
trying to decide what to get with his 2 whole
quarters.
milk duds taste like life and just when the box is empty and
you think it's all downhill from there,
the whistle blows.
