Time Above the Earth

Morsels

As they drink
Sweet coffee
Out of old
Dingy shoes
The powdered
Sugar air
Stings their lungs.
The drab girl
Standing at
The counter
Is picking
Moths out of
Cookie dough.

Above them
The ceiling
Stained with milk
Begins to
Crumble on
Their slick heads.
The old floor
Coated in
Cake batter
Finally
Gives up hope
And the girl
With the pair
Drop forever
Into pure
Saccharose
Nothingness.