Pure Jam — no crackers
I said does cheese go with Jam ?
She said why Yes — of course it does
I proceed
With a butter knife, one slice of jam
One slice from the vertical
I place the jam slowly on top the cheese
That cheese happens to be Havarti — the cheese I grew up with
I look at it
It looks marvelous
I proceed to put it in my mouth
She looks at me in confusion
She mutters some unsounding words
My salvia releases and reports back what it encourtered
I like it
I like it a lot
— -
My senses return
Her voice emerges
Shes complaining
But more towards how come she never thought of it before
and the fact that it’s so ridiculous that she’s not sure if she’s proud for not coming up with it.
I go to make her one so she would understand whats really going on
I dip the knife into the jam jar
before spreading back onto the cheese
My hand adopts a life on it’s own
as if they were part of a secret ops mission sent out by the small counter culture within my internal Subhas government.
It’s genius!
I behold all the faults of the old and all the joys of the new
I’m amazed
shes amazed!
It’s pure jam .
