bonne maman

by eloisehendy

my mother soaks cherries
in brandy
in bonne maman jars
stashed
under sinks

my mother’s mother
would hide
jam jars
(gin jars)
in secret stores
in cupboards
all around the house

my mother often notes
that the scent of soaking
fruit
the tang of booze
gorging dried
fruit
to past plumpness
sends her back
to her mother

when i was
a child
i was called
a pickle

i liked the way that word
tasted
as i rolled it
over my tongue

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