Thursday, February 14, 2008
Valentine's Day - Ugh
I've never liked Valentine's Day. When I was younger I was insecure beneath what I felt was societal pressure to be special to someone other than my immediate family. Now that I'm older and happily married, VD, as I like to call it, seems doubly trite. There's only one VD I can say I loved and will always remember: the night my husband showed up to the hospital in a tux bearing a rose, because I was on-call. He was gorgeous. I had palpitations.
In the spirit of laughing at myself for despising Valentine's Day for so many years, I dug up an old poem I wrote during a post-break-up period in college. It's not a great poem, but I had a great time writing it.
Stuffed Pepper Spell: a love poem / anti-sonnet
She chops an onion tearlessly and chants,
"His nose. His eyes. Appendages. His chin."
The pieces drop and crackle in the pan;
The garlic seethes; tomato and breadcrumbs dance.
She turns the salsa music up and joins
them, checks the oven, seasoning the rice
with cumin, thyme, plus one last special spice -
the quasi-homicidal Leaf - and grinds
some sunflower seeds: a final ritual.
The doorbell rings. He's actually on time?
Come in come in sit down ex-boyfriend mine
You must be hungry (I know you so well)
Aromas waft, the kitchen timer bings,
And she, with clink of cocktail glass, just winks.
No worries - I never actually tried to poison anyone with laxatives or anything, and not only did I end up getting back together with this guy...we've been married for almost twelve years!
Happy Valentine's Day, everybody!
Ooooooooooh, I just couldn't resist this tasty little addendum with many thanks to Suture for a Living and Street Anatomy for the heads-up:
BLEEDING HEART CUPCAKES, from the book Hey There, Cupcake! by Clare Crespo.
Recipe at YumSugar. Enjoy!