Unwrapped Candy

on the coffee table
in my grandmother’s house
in a depression era green glass bowl
on a doily
that was handcrafted
by my great great aunt:

there was a mass of unwrapped peppermints
the pillowy kind
half crunchy half chewy
which had been there long enough
that they had grown together

covered with a thin layer of dust
which my grandmother had begun to miss
in her daily cleanings

on the car ride home
i asked my mother why i couldn’t eat any of them
and she said
“that’s not what they’re for”

– Clio 07.08.21

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