Sugar my friend.
Your appear to me in your many guises.
If I had to choose, I would tell you I like your dark-chocolate-with-sea-salt face the best. But you know too that I will settle for the twix-knock-off-from-Aldi face.
I consume you sometimes in your purest state. Berries I munch with my boy. Blue, red, black. The blue and the red come from the shops; the black we hunt on hedgerows as the river rushes past.
Where is the river taking us mommy?
The less pure kind, I will not share. This is for his good. But I am not good enough that I will deprive myself too, join his company.
I hide you in the cupboard, above the coffee and the tea, out of reach and out of sight.
I hide you until naptime, until bedtime.
When your allure proves too much, I hide you in the pocket of my cardigan, sneaking you out bite by bite as the boy does laps around the house.
You be a tiger mommy and you chase me!
I hide you under a napkin on the sideboard as the boy eats his cheese sandwich.
What are you eating mommy?
I swallow, brush away brownie.
Broccoli. I’m eating broccoli.