Sugar

His favorite was chocolate. But somehow, even this could be ruined. How, he wondered, could it possibly be – unless the chocolate was sawdust and the sawdust was glued together in a smooth and rich, brown fashion, fashioned by sawdust chocolate with coconut cream that stuck with the glue to your throat, sweetening the vocal chords, the sweet and syrupy sound from sweet and syrupy chords, humming, humming in the throat above two lungs, two sweet and chocolaty lungs, sweet air breathed through sweet teeth, over a sweet tongue that likes chocolate, likes chocolate but not the sawdust kind.