Poem: Raspberry Jam
Raspberry Jam
by Brendan Procé
Some things you don’t want to hear about the jar of raspberry jam you’re holding if you’re 10 feet up the “trail” from your sole companion who is, like you, freezing to death in knee-deep snow on the wind-whipped face of this Godforsaken, spruce-and-pine-covered mountain and it’s the only thing either of you has to eat:
“I’m going to kill you for that raspberry jam.”
“I’m thinking of ways I can murder you for your raspberry jam.”
“I’d club you to death for that raspberry jam even if we were back in the suburbs.”
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