Avocados. Salt. The intoxicating aroma
of lilacs. Is that edifying? Don’t be silly.
Nothing straightens my spine like a little
abhorrence of arrival of spring. The pinks,
and the yellows, the whites and the greens.
But coffee evens out the jags, even as it adds
zags to my zigs. Don’t misunderstand.
I’m not a terrible person. I am a person
who is sometimes terrible. Big difference.
It’s the difference between living on lemons
or living on limes. Both fight scurvy. A bite
is necessary if you are going to survive
the big bumps. Also, I might need some protein.
I approve of beef, tuna, shrimp, chicken, but not
Puffin. Why? Perhaps because they are so cute.
No, I will not eat the fermented shark fat or sheep
head or anything buried in the yard for a year.
Certain kinds of kimchi: yes. Why does fermentation
improve some things and decay others?
Take wine. Yes. But not beer or anything remotely
flavored of licorice. I must have chocolate, even
if it means hiding it in my suitcase. I’ll get iron
from chard or kale, but not from blood sausage.
Never from blood sausage. We all need love, of course,
but where can you find some on the spur of the moment?
From a dog of course, but he will want at least some of your
food, preferably the beef and not the kimchi. Water.
We all need water, but too much and we drown, not
unlike beetles caught in the blooming tulips.
That could be an insult, you know.
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