Wrong Box

by Drora Matlofsky

A dark liqueur chocolate
In a box
Of milk nuts.

How did I get here?

Whose mistake was it?
A distracted factory worker's?

As long as the box stays closed
I am safe.

But when it opens,
Can I hide my dark skin?

Someone will bite into me
And, instead of finding a nut,
Will be flooded with liqueur.

Will she scream?
Will he spit me out?
Or will he sign in wonder,
Will she purr with delight?

Drora Matlofsky has been living in Jerusalem since 1984. Her poetry in English has appeared in various poetry and Jewish magazines and her poetry in French can be found on the Poésie Française site.

Last updated July 28, 2015