The Fruits of the Land in My Hand

It was getting dark, and I was having trouble finding a radio station with a strong signal, and I hadn't seen another car for almost an hour. There was a package of Reeses' Peanut Butter Cups on the passenger seat, and I reached for it. I sluiced open the wrapper with my thumbnail and popped a cup in my Mouth. My teeth broke the skein of chocolate and the insides frothed across my Tongue like a velveteen tumbler. In another hour I'd make Texas.