I’m going to spend the first half of my cranberry quinoa bran muffin
wondering why I didn’t choose chocolate or banana nut
stabbing at the golden crust with my fork until the cranberries wheeze to bloodless
letting their blood tangle with the taste of tears salting my tongue
because I didn’t choose chocolate or banana nut.
Then I’m going to realize I’m halfway through the muffin
and I’ll spend the other half wondering after the ghosts of long-gone cranberries
parsing crumbs for the miracle that hatched whole out of the oven and is now broken
cursing my irreverent fork for splicing time so sharply when, after all, quinoa would nourish my wakeful dreams for hours afterward if only I had tasted it
back when I still had half a muffin ahead of me.
Image credits in order of appearance:
By Gobierno de la Ciudad de Buenos Aires from Ciudad Autónoma de Buenos Aires, Argentina – Bs As Market, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=29375723
By Mark – Own work, GFDL, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=1993005