Jam. Jamb. Iamb.
sssssalt aand PEP!er
Pep!er and sssssalt.
made of rasp, rasp
berry and lavishing
Who is he? I prefer not, Bartleby.
Sit next to jars and basil pots (not walls)
Leafy leaves leaving the edge
of sticky marmalade jars.
Herbs and spices, boxed up
spoons from forks from knives from sugar sleeves, from me with love.
The black napkins don’t even stand a chance. Wipe my sticky
rasp rasp berry lips. lined with lavAshing LAVender.
“Do you have smoky butter?”
Not in here.