I have bruises on my body, but spring in my soul, following this warm weekend up north with my favorite human. M and I brunched and browsed all over Boston, and the sun stayed with us far longer than we’d even hoped. From Brighton to Brookline to Chinatown, Beacon Hill, Cambridge and back again, we made our way through boro(ugh)s and backstreets until our tired, unscented brains* could explore no more. We visited some of our very favorites, including Tatte and The Middle Gray, where I scribbled this little ditty into my journal, which I’m going to call Ode to An Arepa…
black and white
and grey all over
where beginning
meets end and
trains transcend
tea-stained flowers
bloom and bend
sriracha-soaked arepas
poison sinuses
our bodies defend
fight the careful blend
my dearest friend
you challenge my senses
so I guess the contents
in your favorite hot sauce trend.
*Have you ever googled “What does a human brain smell like?” Not recommended.