drizzle stick
against the crooked doorway stood a marginal cobblestone wizard name of Hampstead Homeslice his eyes were the color of a lobster bisque his ears were wrinkled like dried apricots his cheeks round and juicy like honeydew melon balls his hairline rough like a New England beach raggedy with boulders and sun-bleached wisps of chicory weed the wind whipped itself into a merengue and the evening rumpled the lake like languid squids draped over the backbone of a balsa wood chair here is the shopping list found in Hampstead's baggy satchel: 4 fingerling pumpkins desert wine a side of beef crumpets jugs of burgundy sugar snap peas dried fizzle stick pollen