"Cookie Dough"

by Jeph Johnson


Poetically life's oven appeared to offer me next to nothing until the timer was running down.

In reality I chose to roll my happiness into small spoonfuls of cookie dough.  

Euphoric batter thrown onto a sad tray of waxed paper. 

As it baked I ran off looking for new recipes, still smelling the cookie's aroma. 

I hungered more than a fat guy should.  

Now I'm skinny and can only have empathy for myself.  


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allets's picture

"Euohoric batter"


Apt descrption of the transformation of happiness. A call for more joy in a person's day. Munching on glee-crumbs - what we do.  :D