Valentine’s Day was a week away
She opened up her calendar
ʟᴜɴᴄʜ ᴡ/ ᴅᴀᴠɪᴅ: 2ᴘᴍ
The reservation challenged her
She stared at her reflection
Just above the bathroom faucet
“What’s the point,” she asked,
“of paper organs full of chocolate?”
“A cardboard box of sugary sweets:
Eat what you like and pitch the rest.
It’s not that I’m not grateful,
I just don’t think I could care much less.”
“David’s awesome, really.
It’s not him, it’s something else.
I just can’t trust his love for me
When I don’t love or trust myself.”
“The novelty is lost on me,” said she,
“I mean… it doesn’t matter.
I’ll spend the evening watching TV,
with a bowl of brownie batter.”