Hazelnuts are a fading taste
of a Christmas morning
in a long lost red velvet stocking
with Lifesavers and trinket toys–
the obligatory roll of socks–
and plenty of chocolate
which over the years
I’ve gobbled up with ardor
and glorious false promises of love.
One day compromise materialized
in a monument to consumerism
midway down an aisle
on a dusty top shelf:
a chocolaty hazelnut heaven,
a name-brand hazelnut spread
I willingly overpay for.


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