Barg.

Despite its name, it's actually really crispy.

Not just on the outside, but it's crisp all the way through,

with little crystals and star bubbles dotted in the middle.

It's not gritty like cinderblocks, asphalt, and popcorn ceilings,

but it's gritty like old car oil, expired gummy vitamins,

and that delicious crap they plaster on sandwich crackers.

Whatever vellum paper is to washi tape,

and how glass is the dopest liquid after liquid nitrogen,

barg is like going from book-to-sceen.

The first time you wrote with a gel pen after only ever knowing ballpoint,

that bargy feeling of 'woah. this is a good pen'

but then after some time, writing with a gel pen that wasn't a Pilot G2, that feeling of

'hmm.. the G2 is better' is barg vibes, all the way.

Whatever the hell VSCO is to pastel brights,

or what emo was (...is?) to eyeliner,

barg and barg tones are to cooking excellent carrots and undiagnosed genius.

Science to grapes, English to blueberries, Math to strawberries, if you will.

Barg goes really well with wine and fabric softener (although I do HATE wines)

and I'm pretty sure the only place I've seen it was on someone's shoulder.

Somewhere between the fuzzy fibers of a new wool scarf, barely melted frost,

and that little tinge of sunrise coming through polluted city air,

it's only happened twice, but I know barg when I see it.

Just don't wear it to weddings.