Candy Shop - Day 1

Peeps

Your impossible eggs hatch
impossible birds: phalanx
of phoenix in a Lisa Frank fugue.
We were born clouds. Each

broody punchline hardens
a brilliant shell. Too late
for the townsfolk to wave
torches outside the castle.

Fire only makes us grow.
You insisted gods are born
and monsters are made--you might choke
trying to find the line between.