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
memories.
-J. Avellana, 2019
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