Fake Cotton Candy Amidst fake cotton candy statues In the Palisades Mall Food Court We ate cold grilled chicken sandwiches and Captured a moment of peace Encapsulated in a fake bubble of happy family, differences put aside for now swallowed by the immense crowd Who walked concrete floors and sat upon hot pink metal benches convinced that the techno-modernity of such a cavern would change their lives. Thousands meandered past restaurants surrounded by necklaces of the hopeful forced into a holding pattern waiting for their names to be called, grumbling stomachs enticed by aromas, of meats and spices wafting into their nostrils, while inside hallowed temples Waitresses balanced trays and wore good humor as a uniform We chose a different route preferring the immediacy of the food court where the dream and reality of a juicy bite were easier to merge. Mouth watering statues of cotton candy Towered over us as we ate Its essence in pink fluff Sweetness surrounded by air we gobbled in our haste to capture it all. Afterward walking to the car there was the bitter taste of the mall on my tongue.
Barbara Ehrentreu's Questions:
Does the ending sentence convey what I feel about the mall by
describing the taste I had?
Does the use fo the cotton candy help to describe the mall as a metaphor?