You would be a lovely thing
to pickle and keep on a high shelf.
I would spend my time
looking at you from a distance.
Stepping back to step forward again,
to see how you change, if at all.
I would only drink
the brine in the jar,
and seal my lips with a closing sip
after I drink deep deep.
*A man waiting at the Davis bus stop told me I would be a lovely thing to pickle. I still don't know how I feel about this.
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holy eff, this is good.
ReplyDeletenina, if i hear you whine one more time that you can't write poetry, i will hit you.
ReplyDeleteNina. I like this a lot.
ReplyDeleteI love pickles and drinking the juice and line six.
ReplyDeleteyou guys are giving me too much credit for this, but thank you. i thought this would creep people out.
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