Jelly babies are
glucose babies. They drive me.
Their plumpness and fruit
juices
fill my cells. They wink
before heads roll.
I give thanks
for their sugar and
I think about their citric
acid.
My run starts.
I save the green ones for the
last sprint.
My mouth is starchy.
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