Strawberry Jam

I wanted him to love me

Until he said it

Until he took the words and shoved them into syllables that I could count on just one hand.

The words

The way they sound inside his mouth

The way they look inside the air

Hovering before his face

Their viscous form, blood red

Like strawberry jam—

Yes, I’ll take some, I tell her

She spreads it all around, my grandmother, across the surface of the toast

Young again, and sitting at a wicker kitchen table,

The seeds get stuck inside my teeth—

I wanted him to love me

Until he said it

Until he took the words and broke them, splintered them and used them

Like a toothpick, to pluck the seed inside my teeth

The words

A liar—

Was there ever going to be another way?

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