The Jelly JarA Poem by Nadra MacArthur
I say I will leave him when the jelly jar is empty.
Full, new, brimming with with the fruit and seeds of sweetness, I take small teaspoons from the top. Late nights alone later, I weep into my napkin, The toast forgotten and bitter with its dusting of preserves. Half full yet, doors slam and my head aches in dull daylight while I spoon heapings of the stuff upon pancakes and even chicken legs. I watch him across the table but he remains oblivious to my desire. In the end, I claim the last bite of the gooey fruit, as rich and sweet as the first, and I leave the empty jar. © 2016 Nadra MacArthur |
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Added on June 4, 2016 Last Updated on June 4, 2016 Author
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