Dulce de Leche

Hidden
in a corner
of the freezer
w-a-y back
behind
the green beans
and chicken breasts
covered
in a thin layer
of frost
the kind you scratch
with your fingernail
draw hearts
or XOXO
...because it’s mine!
...and I can’t wait!
until Sunday
to eat ice cream again.

©laurie kolp


Prompt inspiration: PA- Hiding

~NaPoWriMo, Day 6~

Laissez Les Bon Temps Rouler!

I’m feeling kind of fat today
it is Mardi Gras after all
and not to sound too cliché
but I once drank
like a fish on Fat Tuesday-
now I’m drunk on sugar.
Yes, I ate a veggie sub on wheat
so I could finish off the ice cream
much more than I thought was in that tub,
but I spooned it down like a sick kid’s Jell-o
no more caramel goo and sweet cream
no more dulce de leche for moi
in fact Häagen-Dazs can kiss my ass
I’m going on the (dairy) wagon for Lent
but right now I’m rolling down the street
feeling sicker than a Cajun on Ash Wednesday-
Laissez les bon temps rouler!

@laurie kolp