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  • Writer's pictureJan Avellana

Jelly Jar

I have

a jelly jar

of memories,

with a metal lid.

I poked holes in it

so the memories can breathe,

but not get out.

It would make a good

wildflower vase—

I could stick the tender stems

into the holes

so they sway just so.

But I won’t.

It is only

for keeping


-J. Avellana, 2019

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