(A very abstract sketch…)
You poke your head out like you want to be noticed. You are twisted back a bit, towards the peanut butter. Two bananas curve beneath you, just beginning to get their freckles. Spotted, brown. The coconut oil chills sideways, slumped on the raspberry jam. They are like two lovers in a car, arms around each other, so comfortable. The brown bread frames it all, peeking through a space between jars, its label a perfect upside down triangle. My pantry in a plastic bowl. My kitchen on a shelf.