The corn syrup that binds us together

I am a lollipop, born and raised in the candy factory for the sole purpose of getting eaten by a five year old kid. But unlike my brethren, I refuse to live my life just to be eaten in the end. I made my escape out of the factory to find a new purpose for my lollipop life.

I hopped my way to the bus station, then snuck into the side pocket of a human’s backpack. I nestled down under some other snacks as they climbed onto the night bus. I hope this traveler is going somewhere interesting. I also hope they don’t have a sweet tooth.

I am a lollipop fan but this one was the first time I’eve been on a night bus. It is so much better to have the bus on your side. It has been so long since I’eve had to take the night bus. It’s a lot easier than driving. It’s not a big bus it’s a lollipop.

I’m not a sucker. It may seem that way because here I am on the night bus.. i’m more of a candy coated, sticky kind of passenger. I definitely prefer the lollipop as my transportation mode of choice but without a golden ticket, they won’t let me aboard.

The city lights recede as the night bus takes me away from what I know. We're in that liminal space between cities, the hum of tires on the highway the only sound. Someone turns on the radio. The music's faint, but I know it—The Chordettes' "Lollipop". I can never truly get away.