Jar Lid
The
blackberry jam jar
sat
alone on the shelf
from
a forgotten batch.
Sealed
by the years
of
rotten hard pulp
my
sweaty grip
could
not rotate the threads,
so I
tapped it
on
the marble counter,
trying
to free
the
dented tin ceiling,
but
still it was static,
and
then my grip
failed,
and
the enclosure
shattered,
releasing
the foul
parts
of my deep innards.
-Robert L. Jackson III
It's not a rotten jar, but this is a well fermented sippy cup...
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