Pickled Sorrow Poem by Chen-ou Liu

Pickled Sorrow

I slice my sorrow,
pickle the cutlets,
and closet them in a jar.

When hungry,
I'll have a slice
with pinot noir.

Friday, February 21, 2025
Topic(s) of this poem: sorrow
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