Gigi Guizado

SPILLED SUGAR

Sweetness wasted
untasted
Each morning I wipe the counter clean

Spilled seed
not for me
Each morning I pick up the laundry

count on one hand
words spoken each day
number of messes
rinsed along the way

My tongue knows
the bitterness of your earwax
How many times
my sweet-talk rolled off your back

Spilled sugar
sticks to the soles of my feet

as I slip through your grasp
raw and sweet