swipes extra virgin
olive oil,
baby spinach,
price-checks salmon,
rings a six-pack:
Blue Moon,
packaged rich-chocolate
cookies sprinkled
with crunchy pecans.
“Fine taste,”
says Polly, tossing hair
curly like a giant bouquet
of Flanders poppies,
wizened eyes green examining
at tops of bifocals,
Irish as a leprechaun, spicy
as peppercorn.
The beer? asks we.
“Oh, absolutely
not. Gave that up,
beer.
I’ve been relinquishing
lots of things, many things,
love, blood and treasure.
But I won’t, no,
unhitch the hold
on chocolate.
Refined taste
you got;
preferred cookies of mine:
chocolate.”
Author Bio:
Wendy Sue Gist was born in California, raised in Northern Arizona. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Dark Matter Journal, Burningword Literary Journal, New Plains Review, Oyez Review, Pif Magazine, Rio Grande Review, RipRap, Sundog Lit, The Chaffey Review, The Fourth River, Tulane Review and other fine journals.