Isabel Borgers
What if
instead of grandma’s sweet tea
Summer fireflies
peach preserves
or blackberry jam
mason jars held
memories
each jar filled
with a different moment
to recall them
you just unscrew the lid
scoop out a morsel
and place it on your tongue
the taste taking you back to
years and years and years ago
or maybe just
to last month
some memories taste bitter
like when you fell
off the playground
and cried
some taste sweet
like that time your mom
made your favorite cake
or when all your friends came
over and you laughed so hard
you knew you would never forget