Crunching in
every bite.
The chewing masks,
the noise emitting
from the screen.
But,
I don’t care.
The oil coating my fingers,
makes this even better.
It adds more flavor,
to every handful.
Savoring each
and every bite.
As the plot progresses,
the outside of my jeans,
become textured.
From the wiping of the grainy,
specks of this sent-from-god snack.
I go to lick my fingers,
and the taste of butter fills my taste buds.
I need,
to ask for a refill.
Could you guess what delicious
morsel I’m describing?
If you didn’t see,
the original picture?
–Β popcorn
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