298: Bottles, Baskets, Boxes, and Jars

We picked and collected and harvested

to our hearts' content

and when we came home,

we filled jars and bottles and baskets and boxes

to the brim.

We boiled and mashed and dried,

laid up storages for the winter to come,

but forgot to take the heat into account.

The jar shattered, too thin to carry the heated jam,

and the bottom fell out as red exploded

across the floor and walls and painted

us all complicit

in caging and changing the world

to assure our own survival.

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Written by: Katrine Hjulstad

Instagram: @katrinehjulstad

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