I should have taken a picture of the cookie. Sigh.
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
that say things like
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.