Susan Nelson Meyers – "Fourteen Days" – A Poem

Fourteen days

I reply
when he asks
how long it takes
to make my sweet
icicle pickles,
syrupy juice trickling
from the corner
of his mouth,
glistening, sticky pickle
between his fingers,
waving away
my offer
of a damp cloth
to lick
his hand


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