Sitting in a cafe, I call my parents
because I can’t stand to call
from home and get bad news there.
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.