BPR 45 | 2018
The long awaited, here, at the local farm stand, are not as
comely as the ones at Whole Foods, but they are dollars
cheaper, & so we sweep them up like sweepstake winners, &
stack them gently in our purposeful cloth bags. Tomorrow,
one of us, before the other awakens, will slice into Tupper-
ware the 4 or 5 softest to the fingers—(to test press kindly
as a newborn’s cheek)—& stir them with brown sugar from
a box sitting atop the refrigerator for months, alone, remote,
mysterious.