Neon pink gel pens, scribbling to get the ink to flow.
Scratch and sniff stickers that smell like strawberry,
scratched until the image isn’t recognizable.
Sweat beading on my forehead as I slip a note,
to the person behind me and meet eyes with the teacher.
Fruitopia splashes on my tongue and I see,
dancing watermelons and cherries.
Fruit gushers don’t really turn you into fruit,
but there really is no better fruit snack.
A slap bracelet wraps around my wrist,
as I remember to feed my giga pet,
but I left it at home, beside my Super Nintendo.
© 2018 Renee Dixon
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