Taffy

My heart is salt water taffy. Salty, sweet, sticky.
Comes in a colorful box often found in the bargain
bin of a gift soft by the hermit crabs. Come buy as a
souvenir to take home or enjoy on the long journey
back. Hold it in your mouth occasionally and move it
around with your tongue.

It was soft and malleable when it was new. Time has
made it grow bit and sour, each year taking its toll.
Pay no mind to the expiration date on the
side of the box.

Josh Young is a poet and writer from Richmond VA. He is fairly new to writing and has only had a few poems published in small magazines. Many of his poems focus on social justice, city living, and are sometimes just humorous. In addition to writing poetry, Josh Young also does open mics and slam poetry.

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