I was a bad girl.
I ate a caramel.
I’ve been craving caramels, but I’m a health nut
and everybody knows that health nuts
are called “nuts” because they give up tasty things like caramels.
But I couldn’t help wanting something more than the “legal” dark chocolate
because dark chocolate isn’t sweet
And I really wanted a treat.
Something gooey and luscious mixed with chocolate
Is what I needed. How is it that
My sister just happened to pack a vegan caramel
in the box of gifts she sent for this past holiday?
‘Cept I didn’t know what they were.
I didn’t look at the label at first, for
of course I’m a health nut.
So I’m obliged to throw all candy in the trash.
But for some reason, I kept all the candies
under the bed. Could be I felt guilty
for my contemplation
of tossing the gifted candy to damnation.
Then the other night, I couldn’t curb my craving anymore.
Would I have to break down and go to the store?
But no! I remembered the gift my sister gave.
Didn’t know there was caramel, just something chocolaty.
So I looked, and – beautiful day! – it was something called a “Cocomel” – a chocolate-covered caramel made of coconut milk and other sort-of healthy ingredients.
All vegan. No butter.
There were two nuggets; I ate one.
Only one. Because we all know that I’m a health nut.
I am still, aren’t I?
Maybe. But I’m a bad girl…aren’t I?
Or is it sad that I think I’m bad
for one little indulgence?
The thought is turning repugnant
because when all is said and done
the truth is that I’m rediscovering in my middle age how to have fun.