Star Crunch

We were in the habit, then,
of eating a Little Debbie Star Crunch
before any major decision.
This was before we realized that they

tasted strangely of raisins
and sweated the package
with heart-clogging fat.

How were we supposed to know?
Our job was to sit on front porches
with poster paint, try not to spill it,

and wonder about things we could sell.

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