Making Diabetic juice in the van.

In the front seat she pours koolaid powder into a wendy's cup.
Cherry flavored dust swirls, becoming chinese ink clouds,
Bright, sparkling in the sunlight.
The little boy in his carseat laughs.
"Heeey Leadto!" He shouts.
And no one knows why koolaid clouds
Remind him of burritos.
But they smile, and he smiles,
And they sing the burrito song while she pours super sugar,
Not fake, but beyond the powers of plain white sugar,
Into the wendy's cup.