Pickup Poem Day 28

Discount Holiday Candy

Fancies went first, as they ought--

chocolate has no season outside

its box. Then novelties, each

increasingly heart-shaped, the Reeses

in their tragic Dali melt, the Sweet

Tarts' metaphoric pills. Finally 

I rescued the worst, the awful

speaking hearts, all chalk

and sentiment. Gut them

by the handful and get it

over with. Molars make

modern an inch past

the trachea: BE A DOVE. TRUST

TEXT. The worst, breath

like antifreeze at work. DON'T BE

COOL CHICK. The deal

was just too good.