It’s the Little Things
A staple in childhood pastime for many, Adrian Slonaker reminds us of the magnificence of the Dairy Queen Blizzard! A little thing with powerful delight!
The Blessing of a Blizzard
Not to be outclichéd by
“The third time’s a charm,”
Israelis exclaim,
“Pa’am slishit glida” with ice cream
gliding into the platitude
as a substitute, and
frigid liquid deliciousness smacks of luck on
the lips of the kid who cranks out blueberry bliss with his
Judy Garland-loving Nana among the ashtrays of her
pink kitchen or the
tween chasing the vanishing vapours of vacation
while slurping a hot fudge sundae outside a soft-serve stand incandescent
in the cricket rhythms and air-conditioner hums of the
night before Grade Six or the
mascara-eyed linguistics major presented with a pint of Ben & Jerry’s
by an equally sweet blind date knowing only that the recipient
relishes chocolate chip cookie dough
or the maladjusted middle-ager who dives into a
Dairy Queen daydream instead of delving into a
miasma of media.
Poet:
Language nerd Adrian Slonaker lives in downtown Moncton, New Brunswick, Canada and is fond of rock ‘n’ roll music, thunderstorms, owls, thick eyebrows and expressive eyes.Adrian’s work has been published in WINK: Writers in the Know, Ez.P.Zine, Gnashing Teeth, The Pangolin Review and others.
