Sugar-Dip Cupcakes

Wrapped inside a layer of paper,
One that you take off and then scrape or
Lick or pick at to get that
Goodness that you’d miss
If you’d simply kiss the obvious.

Wet your lips with sugar crystals,
Fire frosting down like pistols,
Push past the biological stability
To engage the utility of a sugar crash
Pulled out of the stash at a rest stop
Before everyone’s ready to drop
On the next leg of your trip,
Post sugar-dip.