A Steep of Consciousness

Succulent syllables.

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

the lip

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.





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