I Gave My Love Twelve Chocolate-Covered Cherries in a Red Cardboard Box for Valentine’s Day
Everyone is entitled to a little larceny — a minister I once heard.
From the grocery shelf above the pressed sugar hearts that say
Candymakers make up the cherry box for a dozen.
Each treat nestles in a molded brown cup
so that nothing pops the gooey red balloons
in transit. Trays so precise with enough air space
I imagined twenty-four cherries in the store.
Six for me. Six for him.
Dark chocolate, not English.
A taste of syrup cirrus clouds
on the blooming orchard.
I’m sneaky and cocoa craving.
He has diabetes.
First one extra. Seven to five. He’s down two.
Then eight to four. An uneven score.
So I gave him stones.
Polished river stones the size of pits
to keep forever.
Tricia Knoll is a Vermont poet whose work appears widely in journals and anthologies. For her Valentine’s Day is heavily associated with chocolate. Website: triciaknoll.com