the jar lid that won't budge
means
more
than what it should. it seems
connected
somehow to how
the week is going.
no matter
how hard i try to spin
the lid
off the jar,
it won't budge, am i that
old now,
that weak,
that feeble, that even
this jar
of pickles is reminding me
of the darkness
that lies above?
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