Hiding Chocolate

having no self control when it comes to chocolate

it must be hidden from sight, or in another room

that threatens me when I slink in, or perhaps

a dispenser that doles out chocolate for large 

sums of money, and only three times a day,

small pieces.

I spotted this chocolate behind a picture frame,

surprised that it was in my office, surprised that

most of it was still wrapped up, waiting for me.

I love that stuff, coarse ground Mexican chocolate,

bittersweet, ground almonds, the grit polishes

your teeth.

and so, I ate a piece, and another, and several

and another just in case before I put it in a drawer

in the next office, where he will notice how often

I come in, and look at me with a wry smile

asking me how many pieces I have had today.

three, I say.

that's enough.