i have been spending a lot of time in the "seasonal" section of Giant-- drenched in red & pink heart shaped boxes of chocolate-- stuffed animal hearts hearts warm blood pulse their stitched 'i love you's i know i'll say something snarky about Sweaheart candies & the romance capitalism complex but the truth is i adore Valentines day-- i watch the other people in the aisle & try to imagine who they're thinking about while lingering there at 6pm on a Thursday night in January-- whose kiss are they living in? whose love are they fumbling for? in the form of heart shapes that don't even emulate our own muscle thrusting blood down the rivers of our veins-- dripping onto the linoleum floor-- it's a kind of bleeding isn't it? chocolate melting in my hands as i peruse all the boxes i could give someone-- yes i'm here thinking about you-- about how clumsy it is to have feelings about how i pressed roses in my father's atlases & how in 2nd grade we had to give everyone in our class Valentines but that i held onto the ones for my crushes a little bit longer-- taping the best candies to their cut-out purple hearts-- the girl next to me in the aisle for valentines-believers is inspecting a chocolate rose-- to leave on the kitchen table for her girlfriend to find when she gets home-- a little further a man in a red flannel is holding a plush rabbit & cat trying to remember which animal his wife likes more-- i love valentines day because it's so so frantic-- to imperfect & terrifying-- make material your feelings for someone else-- we know we're graceles in this aisle together-- as graceless as we are the first time we discover our blood moving too quickly for us to catch-- these are the currents you pull in me-- the red & pink hearts-- i don't like to buy anything for valentines day but i wanted you to know how every time i go to the super market i push my cart down this aisle & meander in thoughts of you-- i throb-- uncoordinated & cumbersome-- i'm an inelegant mess-- wrap me in cellophane-- you make me red & heart-shaped