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.”
This poem was originally found at Opium Magazine, and is admittedly being reposted without permission. If you have a complaint or concern about the posting of this poem, please contact me to have it removed.
Blogger’s Note: I spend a significant amount of time each week reading everything I can get a hold of on the web. We’re talking about hundreds of hours a month spent surfing blogs, news, poems, short stories, and wikipedia articles. Throughout my life, I’ve been a ravenous book worm, and recently the horizons for quality reading on the web have been expanding exponentially. I remember a time when I had to ply all teh l33t skillz I had to lift just one or two pages worth of reading from the popular Bulletin boards of the day. Now, my cup runneth over. Not only can I manage to find nearly every major piece of fiction I can name in some dark corner or another, I’m always running across these fantastic little tidbits that, more than anything, really make the net worth wild. I hope you enjoy this piece, it gave me a good laugh.
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