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Poem: Pickle Jar
By: Susmita Bhat
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The chili pickle
sitting on the shelf
was as red as fire
Its sharp smell
and fiery taste
seemed to have grown
after sitting untouched
for several months
As I closed the refrigerator door
the shelf fell
crushing the jar
and releasing the smoky smell
of roasted chilies
I am sorry, as it was my mistake
nevertheless, the pickle
which burned my tongue
and hurt my stomach
was finally thrown away
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Susmita Bhat spends her weekends raking horse manure. To clarify, she enjoys working with patients and horses at an equine-assisted therapy center. While she isn’t cleaning up horse stables, she often can be found reading mystery novels, bullet journaling, and biking.