57. Valentine’s Chai

Sitting in a sunny cafe, I call my parents

because I can’t stand to call

and hear bad news at home.

 

So I call from here, on my cell,

armed with chai.

She’s telling the doctor, No more.

 

She will leave his office with some pills

that will lengthen her sweet tooth,

just in time for Valentine’s Day.

 

I quaff my tea and head to the store

for candy hearts, chocolate hearts,

Reese’s peanut butter hearts, heart-shaped

cookies piled with icing — any

confectionary way I can say I love you I love
 

you I love you I love you I love you.