She swallowed the sun whole
On a Wednesday afternoon.
Just crammed it right into her mouth,
Like a fiery jelly doughnut.
Sticky sunny ooze
Dribbling out the end,
as she shoved the last sunbeam in.
Aftertaste pungent and puckery
Like sweet gherkin pickles
Tartness lingering on the tongue.
And now she levitates like the sun
Made full and whole by its consumption.
Or possibly indigestion.