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I don't know what crackers are made of

Flour, I guess?

Flour and salt?

"Seasonings."

I don't know what makes things good or bad

Flowers and salt

Flowers don't taste good

These flowers aren't making me thirsty

Sometimes bad happens

Sometimes a bunch

And sometimes there's good

And sometimes there's crackers

Or biscuits or foods that I don't know how to properly pronounce

Sometimes food can be food

Good can be good

Things can be things

Sometimes you begin to write a poem about crackers and it ends up mostly not being about crackers

Sometimes crackers are a metaphor

Sometimes you should look up what makes a strong metaphor versus a weak metaphor

Sometimes you shrug and say "accept my joy as it is, muddled and quiet and half-not-functional and I'm sure I can tie it back to my thesis statement given more time"

Crackers? For breakfast?

No that's not tying it back

But I also had something about not being a cracker artisan, and so it wasn't crucial that I know what makes up a cracker

Which tied it up more, but felt dumb

Anyway what's up with weird tiny hard bread amirite