Monday, June 13, 2022

Rainbow Sprinkles

 I should have taken a picture of the cookie. Sigh.

It’s June,

I’m nibbling on a cookie

I bought at the bakery.

It’s a sugar cookie,

covered with sprinkles,

  red, orange, yellow, green, purple, and pink.

Not exactly the colors on a rainbow flag,

but close enough for me to understand

what it represents.

Seeing rainbow cookies

in a bakery

near the courthouse square

in a city where

I routinely see pickup trucks adorned with

American flags

and stickers

that say things like

F*** Biden, 

Go Brandon,

Trump 2024,

And t-shirts with ugly messages

about Joe sucking and Kamala swallowing, 

and other things children shouldn’t see.

In a state where three months ago the governor signed a bill

that outlaws gender-affirming surgery for children.

The cookie gives me a little hope,

but not much.

It’s just a cookie,

on a bakery rack, 

alongside oatmeal, chocolate chip, and frosted.

The sprinkles are kind of like the flavor of the month,

In July they will probably be

red, white, and blue.

The rainbow sprinkle cookies

won’t change any closed minds.

The hate will continue.

The love will continue.

The hate will grow.

Hopefully the love will grow too.