has shifted beyond for richer,
for poorer, in sickness, et cetera.
We adore each other now
in food: You bring home mesh bags
of melons and yams, carry out
what we don’t consume. You come
and go like the moon, circle me
as I chop Gala apples, wild
blueberries, pecans, and sweet
cherries for salads. We take our meals
seriously now. You turn on a little
rock and roll, crack open
a bottle of Junkyard Red, pour
glasses that are half-full, and we drink
to our health. These days, you and I
are focused on antioxidants.
Even our chocolate is semisweet,
seventy percent cocoa and studded
with pomegranate. My love, now
you finish drying dishes,
break off a dark rectangle, catch me
in a tangled embrace (to hold
from this day forward),
offer me the bigger half.
© by Gail Braune Comorat.
Used with the author’s permission.