Cold Storage
by pnt_fain
· 10/12/2025
Published 10/12/2025 19:30
The salt is hiding in the very back
behind a bag of flour, gone to slack.
The honey jar has glued itself to wood,
a golden ring where once the sweetness stood.
The vinegar is wearing winter’s dust,
the metal cap a crown of orange rust.
It’s crowded here with things I never need,
like garden dirt or packets of a seed.