• Jan Avellana

the 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 memories.

-J. Avellana


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