Ice Cream

Sweet confection,

We go way back.

Childhood treat-

Sticky fingers,

Soggy cones.

Teenaged angst-

Frozen therapy,

By Haagen-Dazs.

Mommy’s late-night indulgence-

Perverse hybrid,

Of habit and friend.

My expanding waistline,

Exposes this affection.

 

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The fact that I chose to write about ice cream should be a red flag that the relationship has crossed into unhealthy territory.  (Not to mention that I just used “ice cream” and “relationship” in the same sentence.)  That I have three open cartons and arranged a photo shoot should earn me mandatory admittance into an in-patient program.  It should. Yet still I’ve got my freedom….and a craving for chocolate fudge brownie ice cream.  Rats.  I don’t have that flavor…

I guess this is what happens when a childhood reward becomes a teenage confidante and finally, my secret stash of after-the-kids-go-to-bed sweetness.

This is my entry in the Trifecta weekend challenge:

“Give us 33 words (exactly) that tell us three different uses for one object.  But don’t just tell us that a can opener can be used to 1) open cans, 2) open beer bottles and 3) break a window in case of a fire.  Tell us a story, like Lead Belly did, if you can.  It won’t be easy, but you guys are far beyond needing easy prompts.

Example by blues musician Lead Belly: You take a knife, you use it to cut the bread, so you’ll have strength to work; you use it to shave, so you’ll look nice for your lover; on discovering her with another, you use it to cut out her lying heart.