Saturday, November 3, 2012


A jiggly blob of gelatin and water in varying hyper-pigments of ugly, it sits with discouraging blandness, not inviting advances.  No glitter, no glamour, no smell, no noise, no thought process.  A void of life force.

Jello and I took issue during battles with tonsils, mumps, Cesarean sections and flu. Each interaction involved pain and sorrow, not conducive to pleasant memories or thoughts of future delightful encounters.  That people valiantly, and unsuccessfully try to enhance the nothingness of this non-food with quantities of mushy, tinned fruits and whipped cream, only furthers my avoidance.

Give me chocolate.  Give me ice cream.  Give me wine.

Hold the Jello!

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