Pickles

Pickles

A Poem by Heather Bereskin
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A short poem about pickled cucumbers.

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Bobbing in a glass jar on the shelf

Like animals in a laboratory.

Beady eyes unblinking,

Staring through the murky formaldehyde juices.


Rubbery skin, shining under the fluorescent fixtures

Of the grocery store aisle.

I select my next victims,

Based on looks alone.

© 2012 Heather Bereskin


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Gotta love dem pickles.

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Posted 12 Years Ago


Oh wow, this just made me think of things bobbing in chemicals in a laboratory. Comparing pickles to that....not sure if I'll eat them again for a while. That or simply not eat them from a jar.

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Posted 12 Years Ago


Loved the expressive words you used. Well done. I don't think I'll eat pickles for a while though...

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Posted 12 Years Ago



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Added on May 23, 2012
Last Updated on May 31, 2012
Tags: poem, poetry, food, pickles

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Heather Bereskin
Heather Bereskin

Bloomington, IN



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I'm a 25 year old budding writer with a degree in English and Comparative Literature from the University of Cincinnati living in Bloomington, Indiana. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Things.. more..

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