it used to be
that’d we’d swirl our spoons
around and around
and make our own soft serve ice cream soup
mom would tell us not to play with our food
but we did anyway.
Now it’s a decade later
and the ice cream scoops melt along the bottom
and slide inside my bowl
as I slice little half moons with my spoon
not even mixing a little
I’ve grown up
and now
the melty makes me sad
and I’ve forgotten how to play.