Two Types of People
Ones who toast their marshmallows golden
And ones who burn them black
The toasters dare not get too close to the fire
Barely touching the surface to the flame
Timid, tentative, tenuous
Turning the marshmallow around
Until the light brown is even
Then chew on the morsel that has changed little
The burners plunge the marshmallow into the fire
Until it catches and engulfs like a torch
Making sure fiery tongues lick every bit black
Sliding it off the stick despite dark residue and burnt fingers
Popping the whole thing into their mouth
Savoring acrid ashes as well as warm gooey centers
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