Mason Jars

Wide-mouthed mason jars are perfect
For drinking lemonade at night,
Dressed up with lemon slices
Like your mother always did.

You too a long drink
Before each open-eyed kiss,
Your mouth placed on thickest threads,
Addicted to the feel of residual sour.

You hated those jars for reminding you
Of our pretend house and our pretend love,
A passion too raw for normal.
The breaking was real enough.