Artesenal goods, handicrafts and passion for the natural things
Hear the shop owner expand on those intriguing "well actually"s
Anticipating eyes honing an unnecessary toast to your health
the cracker crunches inevitable and the jam slops in mouth
Oh permission to widen the salivating smile of sixty something taste tester
this is her moment not yours, these are her toothpicks and serviettes
A drop of jam drops from the corner of your mouth her hand extends
delicately catches it while you decide whether to be thankful or vexed
She opens the lid on another saying this is just the stuff "out of sight!"
You feel like the guinea pig of a spoilt child force fed and nurtured just right
Instead of a cracker your handed a dry wooden spoon that dissolves saliva
leaving your mouth with a strangely violated sensation you hide it
The man waiting to try next to you eyes you like some sort of beast
-Well, where's your thank you. the man blurts out as if part of the scheme
But the taste testing woman just stares with moist eyes as if in a dream
Attempting farewell goes on deaf ears the next snack is already creamed
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