Crème Brûlée I tried the spoon at first And then the fork: The glazing was impervious I took the butterknife but Couldn’t find a spot for leverage Around the edge to pry I left it on my windowsill To let it soften in the sun But it remained Impenetrable One day I propped it on a pedestal And swung a pickaxe Following a friendly hint But just before I brought it down I checked myself and Thought there might have been a reason For some crème brûlées To be so hard and Nice to look at Rather than be taken in ________________________________________________________________________ Emanuel E. García, A Deeper Symmetry, 2014 |