57. Valentine’s Chai

Sitting in a sunny cafe, I call my parents

because I can’t stand to 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 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 to say I love you I love

 you I love you I love you I love you.