Pop tart on pavement,
smashed purple with sprinkles
“Romance is dead” you said.
I nodded and winked.
A random encounter,
a tossed off cheap pastry,
eyes locked in parking lot
“I don’t mean to be hasty”
You said, but: “Lunch?”
I threw back my head
“Why not?” After all, we agree
that romance is dead.
Louisiana sticky chicken
red gingham table, side of rice.
You looked and me and said
“I think I’d like to see you twice.”
No mention of my summer dress,
no compliments upon my hair,
we discussed smashed pop tarts and such
and love was in the air...
unmentioned of course, as it should be;
you devilishly bonny prince of a man
indifferent to my high dollar perfume
you’re attracted to my business plan.
So we packed up to the bayou
and many blissful years later
we sell Cajun food from our snack shack
with a view of the local gators.
You don’t bring me flowers
and I don’t pet your hair
and everyone who knows us
knows we’re the happiest couple anywhere.
Ya’ll can keep your flowery speeches
and gazing into each others eyes
we found love over a smashed pop tart
and it thrives in craw fish pies.
About the Creator
Tammy Castleman
I have been an avid writer and photographer for most of my life. In terms of true passions, those are mine. What I lack for in memory, I make up for in recorded detail. We are what we leave behind.
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