Friday, September 18, 2015

Jar Lid

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 
and the enclosure
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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