I’m sorry officer, for my judgment error,but Terry’s Chocolate Orange makes a delightful“SMACK!”— wrapped in a Christmas stockingswung on the windshield of a car.
No, it’s not my first time.That was Valentines Day. 1996.Red-hot candy hearts, crushed into molten powdererupted from my ex’s gas-tank ?with tongue-numbing glee.
Then there was Easter. 2001.The perky bottoms of white chocolate roosters,? melted with a car lighter.Perched like Hummel figures on the cool finish of my former boss’s car.
Yes, I am an expert.Licorice whips slide into CD players with a satisfying pull.Watch for tumbling gumballs in the glove compartment.Gummibears make steering wheels sticky—if licked first.
When I turned 13, Greg pushed a box ofLaura Secord dark chocolate bark into my hands. Stuttering the words to “SU-SU-SUFRAGETTE City.”I ate a tiny piece every day navigating romantic walkways around the almonds,sliding the box back, deep into my locker.
Then Greg brought Amya Lifesaver book.Opening into pages of short-lived sucking pleasure. Chocolate never tasted So dark.
Yes, you’re right. I do need help.I wanted to stop. I couldn’t stop.Squishy peeps. Chupa Chups.Necco Wafers. Silver-foiled kisses.How can I stop when there’s a candy, a sweet treat,for every occasion.
Sue Carter Flinn, a multi-year finalist in Toronto’s Poet Inebriate contest, once performed as Virgin Mary in the nativity play. Her favourite holiday song is Bing Crosby’s “Mele Kalikimaka.”