Many things to Culinary Origami for first publishing this poem.
Sugar Coma
by Mark Tulin
The last thing I remember is
standing in line at a candy store.
It was white and antiseptic,
a checkerboard floor, and the glass case
had a bright display.
They organized the candies in rows—
milk chocolates, dark chocolates,
white chocolates—brittles and toffees,
fudge and truffles.
I took one big inhale,
and imagined I was in
Charlie’s chocolate factory,
overwhelmed by all the candy.
It was only after I ate a Kona Mocha
did my head spin, and I felt numb.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head
when I sampled the Polar Bear Paw.
I dropped to the floor
with a sugary thud.
I convulsed like Frankenstein
from two candied bolts of electricity.
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