He thrust a packet of biscuits—
at me
“I bought it on my way back from work
thought you might like it”
Hence
our picnic begins now
Out of purple packet
rectangular
thumb-sized cookie filled with jam
once bitten—its
soft and crumbly
shell scatters
followed by crunchy fig seeds
popping in mouth
My good husband
why thank you—
for the delight 3 o’clock