chocolate* chip cookies
silent appreciation
we eat in danger
Commentary:
"chocolate," pronounced "choc'late" in order to make the rhyme work out. This kind of unwritten syllabic editing is a common feature of the poetry of oral societies, such as pre-classical Greece and college cafeterias.
Notes:
I'm eating in Saga, between Jennifer and McKenzie, with Katie at the table. There are three chocolate chip cookies on a plate between me and Mac, and we each take one to eat. There is a lull in the conversation. (It's a chocolately-delicious lull.)
"Silent appreciation," I thought. "That has seven syllables." I turned to communicate this thought to someone, and suddenly a bit of food flew across the table...
Anyway. There are so many days in a semester, and they are so full, and there is so little time to distill all this goodness into an appropriately poignant commentary. So this is an attempt to pay some tribute to that difficulty by writing for each day the seventeen-syllable-epitome of a twenty-four-hour slice of a dizzying, possibly over-committed, profound and frivolous experience.
And also to write what can be completed in ten minutes, instead of all night (no all-nighters allowed for this, okay? unless they're subject-matter).
Or at least to amuse ourselves.
In a small-ish seventeen-syllable way.
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