tagNon-Erotic PoetryCanning Mr. Wrong

Canning Mr. Wrong


I bought six dozen Balls
(pint size jars, of course)
with lids and rings
and did not forget the brine.
He loved the taste of salt.

One, two, three tablespoons
pickling salt,( per jar)
crushed red pepper
and garlic for flavor
as he had no taste of his own.

As I lower the jars
into the boiling water bath
it strikes me as ironic-
his refusal to bathe, now
so clean in his final division.

But I will not rest
until I hear him cooling.
The inverted pop of the lids
that seals his fate
sets me free.

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