By Eric Vallen
Nature’s spoon
Perfectly formed, molded by thousands of generations of farmers
Holding every possible aspect of life
An absolute parallel to Noah’s Ark
Stringy, in a chewing grass kind of way
Coarse, like eating fresh sandpaper
Crisp, akin to first sip of hose water on a summer’s day
In essence,
The one,
Only,
Perfect
Avenue of peanut butter consumption