I Want To Taste Pumpkin

I take another bite of sweet pumpkin pie Wondering why I deprive myself of her company Most of the year, only allowing her to grace my mouth on Thanksgiving week. You can take the rest of it home, our host offers. Seeing how totally enamored I am with her. I put aluminum foil lovingly around her top Begrudging my four-year-old cousin’s plea “I want to taste pumpkin.” He does not like it, of course, so his unthinking mother throws it away. I dig it out of the trash seconds later. Tiny bite marks will not stop me from devouring this piece in my dorm room. Grandma gives me a thumbs up as I leave to go back to college. Next year I will make another one just for you, she says.