Stab, Plop, Crunch

April 10, 2016

I open the fridge

grab the jar by its neck

and place it on the table

Twisting it open,

pop

lid never to be seen again

stab, plop, crunch

One, two, stab

five, plop

eight, crunch

my love has caused quite the affair

It's happened more than once

stab, plop, crunch

next jar..

Stab, plop, crunch

Live without them?

Stab, plop, crunch

What can I say?

I’m a pickle whore

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