Literary Crumbs: Poems & Short Stories to Savor by D. Ryan Lafferty

I wish that I could say I was sorry to interrupt you,
but you were using the wrong fork for this course of the meal.

And, by the way, that crystal glass of Riesling should be held by the stem,
rather than being warmed by the delicate palm of your hand.

I just needed to share that corned beef and cabbage, even Saint Patrick himself,
weren’t really Irish at all… for whatever that means.

It was all I could do to remind you that the word you chose
to end that last sentence with was, in fact, a preposition.

I thought it absolutely essential that I tell you that root beer is nothing like
sarsaparilla or that the stringy white webbing that you’re tearing away from your
orange contains all of the bioflavonoids, the most nutritious part of the fruit.
In fact, citrus oils themselves are known to spark the creative imagination,
or so studies have shown.

For anyone else, my love, I’d have just rolled my eyes,
but for you, I’ll take the time.

by D. Ryan Lafferty

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