The quiet hum and midnight darkness
Cool and contained you sit, sealed tight.
Cool air on my face and there you are
Illuminated in the blue fridge light
I roll and turn you in my hands
And hold your glass up to my cheek
Vinegar stings my fingertips,
But the brine is salty and the onions sweet
I replace the lid and seal the jar
I place you back with care
Until my lips taste you again,
I’ll remember you there.
Jan 12, 2020
Jan 12, 2020 at 1:41 AM UTC
The quiet hum and midnight darkness
Cool and contained you sit, sealed tight.
Cool air on my face and there you are
Illuminated in the blue fridge light
I roll and turn you in my hands
And hold your glass up to my cheek
Vinegar stings my fingertips,
But the brine is salty and the onions sweet
I replace the lid and seal the jar
I place you back with care
Until my lips taste you again,
I’ll remember you there.
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