Open Heart

The heart across the room

calls to me

in quarantine,

longing to be opened,

revealing all the goodness that lies within.

I want nothing more than to

take all you offer,

drown in your sweetness.

There is no piece of you

I would not savor,

but then

I read

the label.

Even as my fingers explore your smooth, glistening surface,

my soul plummets

at those words and symbols:

2 pieces = 38%,

sugar,

daily value.

So what can I do

but shove you away?

And wish for a world where I never had to know

all the artery-clogging, saturated fat you hold.