Round snappy slices of dill pickles bob
in a bucket between us. My daughter,
barely two, knows of them from
her picture book “Let’s Eat.” Can I?
I nod, offer a bit of warning. She pops
one in her mouth, in a flash the briney,
salty, dilly flavors light up her senses,
her big brown eyes widen to twice
their size. Their bite sprints the network,
signals firing, to word and glossy picture.
THIS IS A PICKLE?!