Thursday, February 14, 2013
It’s here again.
A sea of pink and red ugly stuffed bears and stale candy
greets me in the drugstore aisle.
Sappy, dripping, honeyed greeting cards with red hearts.
Be mine! I love you! XOXOXO!
The vile presence of Cupid appears.
“Pay homage to me. Worship me.
Bring me flowers, candy, diamonds, stuffed animals, cards!
Or I shoot you!”
Cupid flits around, stuffing drugstore candy into chubby cheeks.
I regard with contempt the fat, leering, winged vermin.
Be gone you flying fiend!
He smiles vacantly.
“Love me for I am superior to you.
You are nothing.”
I hurl a nearby handy object at him.
A box of condoms smacks his face.
He rubs his reddened cheek; swoops to pick up the box.
“Ribbed for her pleasure. What does this mean?”
He takes one out of the box and opens the wrapper. “A balloon?”
Stupid Cupid. I throw a box of candy at him.
He dodges it.
“Love me!” he commands. He drops the condom.
I heave flowers. Red rose petals explode on his face;
shower the floor like blood droplets. I pick up the condom.
“Come here Cupid.”
He approaches cautiously . I lunge.
I grab a tiny foot. I throw him to the ground.
Wrap the condom tightly around his neck.
cherub cheeks turn blue;
then he grows still.
Die Valentine’s Day!
“Clean up, aisle eight,” I hear as I walk away.