Are you?

Asking nicely
if you’d tell me
before you turned into a demon-
for some reason,
this room smells of doughnuts-
and the color of the gift box
reminds me
of the luxury tanning oil
I tried in high school
(before the myth of ozone).
I smelled of butter
and tasted of boardwalk in summer.
I still taste of taffy
but please don’t eat me
in full daylight.
Wait until dark
when we all change
and what matters seems less of earth
and more of a sparkly unrest.
I like when fatigue is earned.