Song of a Creampuff by Sayeeda Ahmad

I fold
the plastic
petals of a lilac
album that holds
my memories
and I realize
my sweet tooth
is never satisfied
and I am a glazed donut
seeking the cream
that will fill this hole

in my heart.
I must have
begun hunting
when I turned three,
and the frosting
on my cake vanished
into my feverish mouth
before the trio
of candles
were lit and then
blown out.

I am the creampuff
I chew on as I flip
through album pages,
and I hope its filling
is enough until the next
pang because once
I digest this cream,
my heart will empty again,
and I can’t find love
packed like Kit-Kat bars
in red and white wrappers.

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