Mommy made them for me. Golden fruit suspended in sticky syrup, all within the gossamer glass. So tasty, I had to share. I tried to share. I told you to be careful! I told you it was fragile! But now the sharp stones bite bitterly at my knees and the sickly sweet syrup bubbles out between my clenched fingers. The tears geyser out in a hot salty mess, and I gather needles of glass from the puddle of pain. I told you to be careful. I told you it was fragile. but I can’t blame you. I dropped it.
Nothing quite compares with home-canned peaches in that lovely sticky syrup in those gossamer jars. Take me home to mama's kitchen for a healthy helping from those jars... I will share it with you, if you promise not to drop it... but even if you do... I can help you clean up the fragile glass of memories that spill...
I can't figure out if this is some clever, multi-layered, Dickinson-esque analogy unfolding, or if it's simply a poem of peaches. Knowing what I've seen of your stuff so far, it's never simple. So I'll embarrass myself and say I don't comprehend the narrative. But the structure is unique, and the images are great!
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