on buying designer honey
by richibi
“The Discovery Of Honey By Bacchus“ (1505)
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it’s not every day that someone changes
your outlook on, well, everything
I was at the supermarket, needed honey
for my recipe for carrot soup, with Brie
also, and nuts, an intriguing combination,
I’d thought
but I couldn’t place the honey in the
umpteenth reorganization of the food
store
where’s the honey, I asked the clerk,
who serendipitously was standing
in front of me, this aisle or the one
over, I added, not expecting anything
more than cursory directions, and
giving him thereby a feel for my
attendant capabilities
but he took me, impressively, I
thought, the one aisle over to the
honey spot, ahem
there was a modest selection there,
plastic honey bears, the white honey
you need to crank out of the jar, other
honeys in less appealing packages,
several of the wild berry and grain
varieties
but I wanted the honey that melts in
your mouth, instinctively, the one
infused with clove, cardamom and
cinnamon, the one that clings to
your tongue lasciviously, leaving,
with every lick of your lips, very bliss,
though not, notably, at an especially
conducive price
why not, you only live once, I’d
devised already, despite the cost,
to validate my more cavalier
expenses
someone else was ogling, however,
my honey, reaching for the larger of
the two options, there was some
space, I reached up, into a kind of
shopper’s no man’s land, how do
you impinge on someone’s pending
decision when you already know
what you want, and not create
confusion, if not distress
and he was bigger than me
looks good enough not to resist,
I said, you only live once, why not,
I rejoindered, falling back on my
default position, my broken record,
which sent nevertheless a strong
existential message, I think
how can we know, he congenially
replied, catching me up on my
unexamined assertion, how do
we know for sure we don’t have
another, others
imagine that, I marvelled, I’ve never
heard anyone else ever say that,
everyone ‘s always ceded, it’s
something to profoundly, and
inevitably have to, ponder
but not enough right now to not
buy the honey, I added, however
unphilosophically, though I’d think
about it further for consequences,
it could change everything, I
declared, my life, this life
and we waved each other goodbye
from our present incarnations
Richard
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