Elegy for Chocolate
The last time I saw you was Tuesday.
I haven’t driven my car since then.
When I finally found your gooey brown guts
Stuck to the seat
for my wasted eighty-two cents
and your beautiful semi-sweet deliciousness
which I’ll never taste again.
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