I think that a person can find inspiration in near-anything. Let me show you.
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| a pepper shaker from Sorella’s in Jamaica Plain |
An on-the-spot ode to a literal salt-and-pepper shaker
by Alexa L.
I think you were confused
when you poured yourself
unluckily
into my glass kaleidoscope bottle,
labeled with a P
cut from tiny holes, big enough for
you,
but not for
both of us,
you,
dressed in white,
almost clear
so that you fade,
like shells
into thick sand
and me—
now stolen from—
all dressed up in browns
and blacks the color
of tree bark.
All dressed up,
with no place to go,
but to squat,
peppered with anger,
in a leftover bottle.
Despite the fact that the restaurant mistakenly used the pepper shaker for the salt (or maybe they did it on purpose? sneaky), they did have quite a delicious selection of breakfasts. Please envy below.
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| French Bread French Toast with Apricot, Kiwi and Strawberries |
No salt shakers were injured in the writing of this post.
Sarah, yes! I'm so happy with what you've done with it!
This is adorable! Oh, have you seen my new blog? : )
The poem was awesome.
and ohhhhh man that french toast. -drools-
Thank you! Glad you liked it 🙂
Oooh, that breakfast does look yummy!
I love your poem. Very original. Especially the last two lines.
Also love your disclaimer at the end, made me giggle.