My maple syrup politics

ooze onto your plate

creeping to the edges

with the painted grapevine border

until they begin to rise and swell

pockets of sticky goo popping

bubbling and seething

dripping off the edges

like some viscous snake venom

easing further and further out

a magma of sugary, lethal sap

Finally trapping your hands like glue

And now you must peel your fingers apart

to see if the frog syrup slime

glistens between your digits

What will you do with these sticky fingers,

so sticky with my maple syrup politics?