It's The Little Things

It wasn't there before.

I would have seen it
when I opened the cabinet
to put the clean dishes away.

Yet there it was
upon opening the cabinet
a second time.....

A.
Single.
Hershey's.
Kiss.

Wrapped in green foil.

Sitting there alone
like some lost puppy
with big, sad eyes.

My God,
what a gorgeous thing!

I touched it with my fingertips
then slowly unwrapped it.

Manna from heaven
gifted by angels!

Holy sweet Jesus
how it melted on my tongue
and I no longer cared
that I had to leave the flea market early today
because it started raining all over my vendor table.

No, Mom,
it won't give me diabetes
eating this one
after all the other chocolates I've pigged down
in my 57 years--
that's in our genes
like the rest of our family
when we start having dementia, too.

I ain't there yet,
but goddamn,
that one Hershey kiss
was fucking beautiful
after my morning of
paltry sales.