Strawberry Jam

“Strawberry Jam” was first published in Crab Orchard Review (Dec. 2019)

What if your sister told you
that the strawberry jam
you were about to spread
on your toast
was from the last jar
your mother ever made?

Would you swipe the knife
across your slice and take
a big bite, or tongue-tickle
a little lick?

Maybe you’d stare at the jar
for a bit; lift it to your face,
breathe in
broken memories
of all that picking

before you closed the lid

scooted back your chair
stepped outside into dry autumn air
held that jar, two hands to your chest

made your way, step by step
to your mother’s strawberry patch
and tried to bury it
with your bare hands.

By Elizabeth Boquet

 

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