Creamed

“You need to think in bigger terms,”
I blustered when she said she sold
just small cannolis. Fireflies
were flashing in her azure eyes
as though to warn predacious me
she’d leave a bitter aftertaste
if my intentions weren’t good.
Indeed, I crimsoned where I stood,
until I felt her wings enfold
me with an amber livery
appropriate for spineless worms.
Thus zapped, like insects liquefied,
my ego melted into paste
to fill cannolis just her size.









Frank De Canio was born and bred in New Jersey and works in New York. He loves music of all kinds, from Bach to Dory Previn, Amy Beach to Amy Winehouse, World Music, Latin, opera. Shakespeare is his consolation, writing his hobby. He has been published in over 300 magazines and/or e-zines.