every time I reach my hand in,
I find a piece that is stuck inside its own wrapper,
a bit of chocolate that refuses to melt in my mouth
or my hands.
I spend months
trying to pry the shrink-wrapped foil off the sweet veneer,
but in the end, I surrender
to the availability of apples, figs
already in my own pockets.
Sunday, December 7, 2014
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