Easter Egg Hunts
- Alicia Berdeguez
- Apr 5, 2015
- 1 min read
There is a land
of endless green
plastic Easter basketgrass, that sticks to your
hands and mixes in with
melted dark chocolate
in a compilation,
a glutenous snare.
Many other hands
grab blindly through the
mesh with shouts of
glee at plastic trophies
and sweet adrenaline-
a crunchy symbol of all
the freedom found in
secularity.

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