Adele Evershed
Choosing Chocolates in a Pandemic
I watch the eyelid petals of the last poppy—waiting for them to drop
Missing mornings when you would wash me with your breath—
You always offered a different sort of danger—like eating chocolates without reading the list
—never knowing if I would get a caramel or a hard nut to swell my throat shut
Rain falls in threads and I hear the ascending notes of my phone—
my nerves swoop in forgotten patterns to remind me I already know what falling feels like
After—I unwrap your favorite purple one and think about eating it for the longest time
—but I have always done my best to stay away from bridges and other high places
Bio
Adele Evershed writes poetry and prose. Originally from Wales she has lived in Hong Kong and Singapore before settling in Connecticut with her family. Her poems can be found in various anthologies and online in Rainbow Poems, Three drops from a Cauldron, Flash Fiction North and The Fib Review.