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.