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December 20, 2009
Ode to a Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich

Oh, my double breaded friend,
We meet again.
I crafted you last night, right around 7,
put you in a plastic bag,
and set you in the refrigerator,
where you spent the night
conversing with the cream cheese,
ignoring the mustard.
This morning I placed you
In my lunchbox along with
The Jell-O cup, the spoon, and two napkins,
Where you will spend majority of your day.
Into my locker
I slam the door shut.
Every time you hear my combination slide and click
You anticipate my taking you,
But not yet.
You wait patiently;
Listening to laughter and gossip in the halls
The stories you could tell.
It’s 10:45 now
Away we go to the orchestra room
Where you listen to us screech away,
The snap of a string breaking,
You feel my eyes roll.
At long last,
Down to the cafeteria
Where I sit down.
The Velcro of my lunchbox pulls
And out you come
With haste you are pulled from your packaging,
My skills unmatched by any other
peanut butter and jelly crafter:
Peanut butter on both sides,
As to avoid soggy bread,
Not too much, not too little,
Even the edges didn’t go unnoticed,
Strawberry preserves to balance
Your nutty spread
By 12:10 you are gone,
Only an empty bag and a few crumbs in remembrance.
Until tomorrow my sweet friend,
When we begin our culinary ritual once again.

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HeidiMordhorst said...
Mar. 25, 2016 at 6:34 pm
You had me at "double breaded friend"--your respect for your sandwich is inspiring, Moretti.
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